Diana's Plan

Diana's Plan Part Two

Diana breathed out a sigh and quickly walked around her vehicle and got into the driver's seat. She had to admit, she really couldn't have picked a more ideal neighborhood for her victim to reside; no street lamps to speak of and a very quiet, dark street. Diana thought that before the trip home she had better double check the rigging on her captive; she took a pen flashlight out of her purse and carefully studied the bindings. It looked very taut, no slack visible. In fact, it was perhaps a bit too tight, as Tom's hands and feet were beginning to redden. She had tied herself up before, but as an adult she had never tied up another person, especially given her new strength. But her captive would just have to deal with it, being free and comfortable was no longer an option he had. Putting the light back into her purse she looked up and down the street for traffic. With the road completely empty she started the SUV and slowly pulled onto the pavement. She flicked her headlamps on and began to drive home.

She suddenly realized she still had her gloves and mask on, so she carefully removed them before getting to an intersection. As she left Tom's neighborhood she smiled. This really had gone by the book, if there was such a thing. She looked in the rear view mirror at her accomplishment. She had rendered a man larger than herself helpless, had bound and gagged him thoroughly, had hauled and carried him over her shoulder (easily, she chuckled) and had strapped him in for the ride back to her 'playpen'. Diana thought to herself that as easy as it went she now wished she had tested her strength against his in the abduction. She felt sure that she would have been able to subdue him without the sedative but that since this time was her first, she needed an edge. She caught herself – 'This time? Could I do this again?' Her smile stretched to toothy grin for a moment and a delicious wave of anticipation surged in her sex. Concentrate, damn it, Diana urged herself. Patience. She regained her composure and turned down the parkway.

Although she did feel a growing damp spot between her legs, the trip home promised to be quiet and uneventful. The darkly tinted windows on the SUV would conceal this evening's activity and the strictly tied male couldn't move an inch, much less scream over the large red ball jammed in his mouth. Diana had a couple of thrilling moments during the ride back: at a stop light she pulled up next to a car with a couple of teenage girls that giggled and pointed at Diana in her black lycra top, smirking that the girls would steer clear if they only knew; and at her local gas station as she filled her tank she again drew a bit of attention from her outfit, but because she was a gym rat most people didn't pay her too much heed. Diana climbed back into the SUV and started the last leg home.

Tom began to groggily awake from his drug-induced slumber, his head feeling like he wore a thirty pound woolen cap. The blindfold introduced a perplexing and unfamiliar element to his situation – Tom blinked and shook his head but his vision did not return. After a moment of confusion he immediately noticed his jaws were fused open with a large object stretching his mouth to an extremely uncomfortable position, and he was drooling profusely. Next he felt his hands, arms, legs and feet were all experiencing varying degrees of numbness. He tried to twist his body to an upright position and found that any movement was met with total resistance. He literally couldn't move an inch. His frustration boiled over to a loud scream of anger and panic, but the ballgag in place stifled the noise to a gurgle of spittle from the corners of his mouth.

Diana was just pulling the SUV into her neighborhood when the captive awoke. It startled her, she thought Tom would be out until a bit later. No matter, she thought, perhaps it was good to illustrate her utter dominance over him in a show of her Amazonian strength. She finally made her way up her drive and into her garage. As the garage door motor hummed while the overhead door closed, Diana went to the back door of her house and entered the code to disable the house alarm. She turned lights on in the back of the house and then opened the door to her basement and flicked the light on there. She went down the steps humming a strange little tune and began to arrange hand and leg cuffs on a bench, opened the door to a large dog cage and stuffed a new dog bed into the cage.

Meanwhile, Tom was becoming more aware of his predicament. He remembered the doorbell ringing and the assault of the stun gun. But nothing else made any sense – who would do this to him and why? He thought perhaps this was a case of mistaken identity and was thinking about that until he felt a draft brush across his body – he was completely bound and gagged – and naked!

As Tom continued to try to understand the situation, he felt straps that held him fast to the seat being removed and he again struggled to scream, only to pool more saliva along his face on the vinyl bench seat where he lay. He then felt strong hands grab his legs and slide him along the seat until his useless feet touched concrete, while his upper body lay flat on the vinyl. He was bent in a very unflattering and vulnerable position, and he knew that his captor, whoever it was, was enjoying the helplessness he was enduring. He was suddenly jerked upright by the rope securing his upper arms and spun around. That motion forced a new sensation of restriction, as he noticed for the first time a series of very tight ropes digging into his crotch and up his ass crack. But almost as quickly as he felt the chafing of those ropes he was lifted over his captor's shoulder and helplessly carried away.