Captivity Hell: Hands In The Dark
My experience with being captivity hell and being captured started with a classified ad in the Sunday newspaper. It was in the Personals, which I always read, but never actually thought about answering. But the ad was so intriguing that I couldn’t forget it.
It read something like: “Lonely Domme looks for lovely afternoon of fun with willing slave.” I had always been interested in the BDSM lifestyle, but had never found the right opportunity to try it out. I thought about it for several hours, weighing the pros (the new and different sexual experience) and the cons (possible safety issues). In the end my cock spoke louder than my head and I call the phone number from the ad.
I got a recorded message from a very sexy female voice. She gave me directions and a date and time for our appointment. There was no rescheduling and no canceling. She went on to say that she had gotten my phone number and would know who I was and where I lived within the hour.
This was done to make sure that I would never try to make another appointment with her if I did not show up at the correct time. The message insisted that this was the only reason that she kept my phone number. Then the line went dead. I was a little freaked that a strange woman would have my personal information within the hour, but I was also excited about going to this house. I didn’t think much about my safety. I actually put more thought into my outfit than worrying about meeting a stranger. Mistake.
Appointment With Captivity Hell
The appointment was a few days away and it was all I could think about. I sat at work and fantasized about how it would be. I was distracted during business meetings. I drove by the address I’d been given only to find a regular house on a residential side street. I thought of walking up to the door until I saw the Beware of Dog sign hanging on the gate. Said dog was a black mastiff that sat in the yard behind the gate. I didn’t want to rumble with the doggy, so I just drove on, hoping that he would be somewhere else when I arrived for my appointment.
The day of my appointment, I was ready to go hours ahead of time. I paced around my house like a caged animal, my adrenaline high. Finally, I got in my car and drove back to the house. The dog was nowhere in sight. I walked up to the gate tentatively, thinking that he might just be in the back yard and would coming racing around to bite me when he heard me enter.
I lifted the gate latch and started up the walk to the door slowly. No dog appeared. I knocked. The door opened to darkness lit only by candlelight. All the windows in the house were blacked out. I saw nothing for a second as I entered. My eyes adjusted, but still I saw no one. Then I heard her say, “Come into my bedroom. Down the hall, last door on the right.” I followed her instructions and walked down the dark hall. All the doors were closed. I went into the last door on the right. It was lit by only one candle. As I sat down on the bed, the candle blew out.
Captivity: Darkness Falls
“Apples,” I said without thinking. That was the last word I said for hours. I was undressed and handled roughly by the hands. By the time it was done, I was her slave forever, my safe word never uttered. She teased and tormented me, but didn’t let me cum. It didn’t matter. I hardly noticed it because my senses were on overload, waiting for what would come next from those hands in the dark.
I have no idea what time it was when she finally set me free. She helped me dress silently, stroking my cock before tucking it back into my pants. Before she led me to the bedroom door, she thrust a piece of paper in my hand and told me, “Call me again, honey.” Soon, I had left the house, never having seen her face. I have gone back to that house since then and have loved each time. Each time is like the first, the hands in the dark the only thing that grounds me in reality. I am forever her slave in captivity hell.
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