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... with your back to it, text when you are waiting for me, then put your phone down on the floor and stand with your eyes closed. Don't disobey me if you know what's good for you." There was a roaring sound in his ears, his face burning, his insides a turmoil. He should lock all the doors and run upstairs to hide, call the police even, or at least ignore that text. He walked on legs of jelly into the hallway drawn as if by some controlling f***e, slowly to the front door. He looked at the yale lock his pulse pounding in his ears, not wanting to, yet somehow unable to stop himself he reached out his truly trembling hand to it. He was too scared to look out of the window, his eyes focussed on the lock, battling with his own mind which was telling him, shouting at him, screaming at him to stop, not to do it. His fingers touched the handle and letting out a tiny whimper he clicked it down unlocking it, the thumping of his heart seemingly increasing to the sound. Turning away from the door in mental anguish, knowing he mustn't, he couldn't, he shouldn't, this was wrong yet still he was unable to stop himself following the instructions. His reply was short, one word, his fingers, his brain, trembling too much to think more. "ok". He quaveringly put the phone down on the floor by his stocking clad feet and stood there, eyes tightly shut, shaking, listening for every minute sound. The handle going down and the door opening softly was sudden, he had heard no sound of approaching ...

... footsteps, it increased still, his level of now abject fear and yet it combined with the maddening tingle in his sex to make him feel weak and submissive. The first touch was soft, gentle almost, the blindfold sliding over his face into position, the tie behind his head securing it tightly, no word was spoken. He felt his right wrist taken, his quivering hand obvious, the fastening and binding of it to his left wrist, done swiftly, securely, yet not roughly in an almost erotic, hypnotic possession. The ball gag placed against his lips surprised him a second, then he remembered, the threats they'd chatted about. He felts his lips being pushed apart, the ball touching his teeth, then his mouth inexorably opening to its invasion until it slipped inside. Smaller than he had dreaded, yet pressing down against his tongue, his lips closing around it as the straps tightened behind his head, pulling it deeper, effectively preventing any attempt at speech. He stood there virtually incapacitated, seemingly alone for a few minutes, the only sounds the soft rustle of movement from the quietly exploring invader going from room to room. Suddenly the hypnotic control subsided, the full realisation of his situation, his bondage and his vulnerability dawning on him. He began to struggle, wrist pulling against wrist, wriggling his hands to find any possible looseness to gain his release, but the bindings were unyielding. He tried to call, to make some noise as he wriggled, but the gag stifled his ...