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A note: Over the years I’ve posted in various forums about some of my experiences, sometimes because people have asked or encouraged and other times just on a whim. Usually others have found some of it interesting or at least mildly entertaining. This kind of writing isn’t my usual thing so constructive criticism is welcome but please resist the urge to nitpick stupid grammatical things. And yes, the story is real, albeit whimsically presented. The whole encounter would be much too long to write about and the backstory is too complicated so I just picked a vignette that spoke to me about captivity because it conveys an exciting raw feeling to me. Sorry that it’s not the male-centric sexual fantasy that you might have come here to read  ..Captivity. A concept that so many of my fantasies are built upon. Simple to imagine in a myriad of different and exciting ways. But the reality is so much colder and raw when you’re subjected to the imaginings of someone else. Just one of the fleeting thoughts going through my mind as I sit, naked, on a hard tile floor with my back against a tile wall. My body heat has warmed the tile but the physical and mental rawness of my predicament hasn’t lessened. My hands are in handcuffs behind my back. A thick collar is buckled around my neck connected somehow into a vertical rail in the wall behind me, forcing me to sit upright. And a short chain from the collar goes to handcuffs locking my ankles together in front of me. Short enough to force me into an awkward position, knees bent and drawn up to my chest. Muscles exhausted from trying to hold my legs closed have surrendered to knees splayed open leaving me lewdly exposed. But there’s no one to see me except my girlfriend who sits against the wall opposite me, naked and bound in the same way. We’ve been here a while and time seems to be the one freedom we’ve been allowed. But time can be its own torture when you’re facing the unknown. Thick black rubber gags fill our mouths. No talking allowed, just our eyes conveying our thoughts and emotions. At first we both struggled but it was quickly clear that there would be no easy escape. No hands slipped out of cuffs. No keys tantalizingly close. And that brings us back to time. Helpless and left to our thoughts, stealing glances at each other. Neither knowing exactly what's coming but both knowing we’ll be here for a long time. My eyes have taken in every inch of the room. It seems to be a minimal bathroom space, dark tiled floor, windowless, a simple open shower area with a drain in the floor and a toilet. Two lights glare down from the ceiling. Several feet of tiled wall rises to gray and lacquered plywood that also covers the ceiling and a door without a handle. There are metal rings bolted to the walls and ceiling in various places and more of the odd vertical rails embedded into the walls. And there’s no illusion that this place was built for anything except to hold captives like us. The confidence and demeanor of our captors, from the moment we were roughly guided into a van, has left me very nervous. There was no awkwardness, no hesitance. They’d clearly done this before and were quite confident in their method and control. No choices given, no question of obedience. Just forcibly bound, gagged and hooded for the long drive to this place. Then taken separately to be stripped and chained up here. Left with nothing but our thoughts and mounting fears to torture us. They took what they wanted when they abducted us and they are going to take more of what they want now that we are their helpless captives. This room wasn’t built just for us and I can’t help but wonder how many others have been chained up here, nervously waiting. The sound of the door being unlocked brings me back to the moment and makes my heart start beating fast. The familiar raw taste of fear accompanies a renewed deep thumping in my chest and the hot rush of blood flowing through me. A wide-eyed look is exchanged with my girlfriend and I know that she feels it too. We both know escape is futile but she starts to struggle anyway and a wild animalistic part of me demands that I join her. They’ve come for us and neither of us is willing to go easily... Possibly to be continued in another post  ..
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Will look forward to the next chapter.
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Whimsical? Doesn't read whimsical. But I liked it. 
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You've hooked this browser. I'll keep my eye on the keyhole and look for the next chapter.
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A fabulous start, look forwards to the next chapter.
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