Scooped Up

Scooped Up Scooped Up

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

I cannot count how many times I have fantasized about being kidnapped, even if I know who it is, it is still such a sexy thought to me.

Summary

I cannot count how many times I have fantasized about being kidnapped, even if I know who it is, it is still such a sexy thought to me.

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Submitted: May 05, 2015

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Submitted: May 05, 2015

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Where was he taking me? What was he going to do this time? I kept asking myself over and over, this was certainly an unexpected surprise, but I was not complaining in the least.

The cuffs dug into my wrists, but it was not painful, just a tease of what was to come later.  Blindfolded, I could tell I was in his truck laying across what must be the back seat.  I could smell his cigarette smoke, but Sir stayed silent.  I knew better than to ask questions, although sometimes I would, just to start trouble early.  My mind jumped to thoughts of ropes, ball gags, canes and much more.  Oh how I hoped we were headed for some playtime!

Last time he kidnapped me was for my birthday.  A vibrating butt plug made watching the game that much more difficult, but his sneaky glances at me throughout made it feel absolutely amazing. 

This time however, Master had a sense of yearning when he carried me to his truck swiftly, stopping to smell my hair & let me feel his warm breath on the nape of my neck.  Self-control is definitely his strong suit out of the two of us.  If it had not been for the handcuffs keeping my wrists behind my back, I would more than likely be getting punished for lunging at Master before being given permission.

It felt like hours had gone by since we left, luckily Master's back seat was comfortable so the long drive was not unbearable.  For all I knew, Master was just driving around in circles testing my patience for how long I could keep quite like a good girl.  I was absolutely determined not to utter a sound, to prove I could be Sir's good girl, I needed to be.

I had lost all track of time, or direction, the blindfold made it so easy for me to just close my eyes and forget about everything, except for my Sir, and what he had in store for me.  It seemed like forever when I finally heard the truck engine shut off, and the front door slam shut.  As he opened the back door where I lay across the seat I felt a cool breeze blow through and it awakens all my senses as I can smell Sir's cigarette, I can picture him, gazing at me, admiring his capture.  I hold dead still, I will not give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I am squirming on the inside; he already knows I am.

His hands were cool, but soft as he pulled me toward him and scooped me into his arms, just as he had when we he carried me from my place to his truck what felt like hours ago.  Feeling so safe and secure as he wrapped me up in his arms and carried me inside out of the cold, I cradled my head in his neck and felt at home.  He was my home, no matter what he was planning to do with me, I knew I would enjoy it because I was there for him to use, exactly where I belonged.

Moving swiftly, we entered through the garage, as I heard Master's footsteps echo, and entered into what I could only guess was the back door.  Without even removing his shoes, I was carried up the stairs, and into a room that I immediately recognized as Master's bedroom from that musky scent that made me feel even more at home. A few seconds later I was laid down on a cool, wirey surface, and my cuffs were removed.  As my arms fell to my sides, the blindfold was taken off and I caught a short glimpse of my Sir, with his sadistic smile painted on his beautiful face, it took all I had not to melt right there.  With that famliar "click" the door was closed and I was locked in, to wait as Sir walked away without a sinlge whisper to prepeare to use me.

My heart was racing as I focused in on my surroundings.  I was against a wall facing toward the room, Master's large four-poster bed was in the center of the room with ropes and scarves hanging down on all sides.  A panel of mirrors covered the wall directly across from me, the sight of myself in my cage kneeling made me so eager to please my Sir.  I could hear him shuffling around inside his closet searching for the right tools necessary.  The sound of a clinking chain could be heard clearly and I hoped it was my leash and collar.  It had been weeks since I had felt the tightness of my collar aound my neck.

Waiting anxiously, I heard Master's footsteps on the hard wood floors, I wanted to look to the side to see him, but held firm staring straight ahead like a good little pet does.  Looking down, his feet appeared infront of me, with a small chuckle to himself as he opened the door.  I wanted so bad to touch him, I started to crawl forward completely forgetting my training.  Before I had crawled even a few inches forward, Sir's foot was in my gut pushing me backward hard.  "What the hell do you think you are doing slut?" he growled.  The beast had awakened.

I knew it was wrong before I did it, but I could not help myself, my desire to be closer to him was so strong I could not stop my body from moving forward before the command was uttered.  I think a small part of me wanted to move without command, to poke the bear if you will.  It was just so much fun to play with Sir at times.  

 

To be continued....


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