Diana's Plan

Tom was an engineer for a second-tier architectural firm. Mainly restricted to scoping out refurbishment for county or city bridges, a once promising career now was another 8 to 5 job. He now regretted never being married, there always seemed time enough for that. Now 42, he still enjoyed playing the field, but it was getting harder to find a field to play with. He was a handsome man, not overly good-looking, with a 6'1" frame and a slim, athletic build thanks solely to genetics prior to four months ago. He now worked out at the gym, not to increase strength but to get in better condition. It was working, he now weighed in at 185 lbs but it was lean muscle, not just a skinny build.

Diana also worked out at the gym. She was a 32 year old, powerfully built woman that used the weights at the gym to get stronger, not to tone her body. She was 5"9, around 160 lbs but not fat; she was as solid as a fire hydrant. A plain looking woman, she had married her ex-husband when they were just out of high school. She worked to put him through school, as an assistant at the local veterinary clinic while he went to the local university and got his degree in geophysics. After a couple of years working for a major oil company, he decided to strike out on his own. He was very successful and sold enough drilling prospects to make them both rich. As is often the case, money caught the eye of a younger, more attractive woman and divorce was inevitable. But, the divorce left Diana with their huge house and more than half the estate. She had no money worries. But her anger towards men was not soothed by money.

Tom had noticed many shapely women at the gym, and he had noticed Diana too. At one time he wondered whether Diana was actually a former man, for her breasts were small enough, considering her frame, to conceivably have been enhanced by hormone therapy. He quickly dismissed that thought as stupidly cruel, his male ego expecting every woman to have luscious curves and a nicely padded backside.

Diana had noticed Tom as well, his slim body moving from machine to machine. She decided that he was to be her conquest, in one fashion or another. She began to discreetly follow him from station to station in the weight room, carefully noting his capabilities on each machine. She had no plan yet, but she knew she wanted to be stronger than Tom on each machine.

Diana was a self-bondage practitioner, finding that she could satisfy herself to some degree, which up to now had been good enough. She had the usual assortment of leather straps, ballgags, harnesses, dildoes and ropes to play many games with herself. And she had the perfect basement to play in; her ex-husband had been in a band that played every once in a while, and the band needed a place to practice. So the basement was transformed into a sound-proof room for the band. It was now her personal dungeon, complete with a bondage horse and winches on timers. The washer and dryer were down here, but the twice-a-week maid paid no mind to the equipment, it wasn't really her business, she thought.

Despite the fact she needed no extra money, Diana worked once a week at the vet clinic just to keep in touch with the people that worked there; she also had access to a few pharmaceuticals at lunch, when everyone else was out. She took advantage of this opportunity.

A few weeks of working out the same nights led to idle chit-chat between them. After a few more sessions, Tom confided to Diana that he had put in his two week notice, but had no other job lined up. He wanted to take time off before embarking on a new career.

Nearly two weeks of heavy lifting left Diana figuring she could overpower Tom with sheer strength, so she decided to act. Tom was lifting nonchalantly as usual. Diana offered to "freshen up" his water bottle. She took his bottle to the water cooler and introduced a mild sedative into the cool water. Tom gratefully drank the water when he completed each weight station. After a few minutes Tom felt a little tired and told Diana that he thought he'd shower in the changing rooms and call it a night. After he left the room to go to the shower area, Diana quickly packed up and went to her SUV, and waited.

A few minutes later Tom came out and sleepily made his way to his car. She followed behind him at a distance that in his sedated state he would not notice.

He pulled his car into his driveway and parked in his garage. She waited until he was in the house and lights were on upstairs before she turned out her lights and backed her SUV into his driveway, stopping next to the path leading to the front door. She climbed into the back seat of the SUV and changed into a fully black lyrca outfit. While the outfit hugged her every nook and cranny, it was still not a sexy look for Diana. Black leather gloves completed the ensemble. She grabbed her "workout" bag and started up the path to the front door.

As she got to the door, she extracted a handheld stun device, holding it in her left hand and slightly behind her leg. As the lights began to go off downstairs, she waited until he was starting upstairs before ringing the doorbell. As she expected, in his mildly sedated state Tom opened the door without flicking the porch light on. Once the door was wide she pushed him backwards from the door into the entry. She then pulled out the stun device and shocked Tom and he fell to the ground. She then pulled a syringe from her bag, filled with a higher dose of the sedative, and injected Tom while he lay stunned. She closed the door, locked it and went to work.

She dragged him into the TV lounge at the back of his house. He was now out like a light. She turned on a small reading lamp in the lounge and then ran upstairs to turn on a light next to his bed, to give the neighbors the impression he was home. Well, he was, for the moment. She came back downstairs and began to strip him. In her excited state Diana was even stronger than she was aware, and lifting him to remove his clothes was easy. She took his clothes and put them in the "to-be-washed" basket in his laundry room. Finally, her attention turned to Tom.

Diana opened her bag and it was teeming with rope and duct tape, as she was unsure exactly restraint would be the best under the circumstances. But this had gone like clockwork, so she felt she could take her time and tie him up tightly and properly. Diana rolled Tom over on his back and began to loop a 20ft length of cotton clothesline around his ankles. She then cinched the rope tightly and tied it off in a double knot, the knot placed so that it was in the forward position, very difficult to reach. She then looped a length above, and another below, his knees and cinched the ropes again as tightly as she could, which given her strength was considerably tight. She then wrapped a rope around his waist, several times and pulled it through his crotch twice, once on either side of his balls, into a tight crotch rope.

It was then she stopped and noticed his cock. It was really not the point of this exercise, to have a dick at her beck and call, but it was an added bonus. She thought she might sit on it occasionally, once the capture was complete and he was safely stowed away in the basement. But he was going to be on the receiving end of most of the fucking that she had in mind.

She easily flipped him over onto his stomach and noted with pride just how immobile his legs were, they moved as one when Diana turned him over. She roughly crossed his wrists and wrapped another length of rope tightly, cinching the tie several times before tying off in the now familiar double knot. She then looped a length above his elbows and pulled as hard as she could to get Tom's arms unusable. Diana then wrapped the rest of the rope across the loops until the cinch was as taut as a guitar string. She tied the wrists firmly to the crotch rope to further immobilize her captive. She then pulled from her bag a leather blindfold that was buckled into place. The final piece of her kidnapping puzzle was her favorite - a 2" ballgag harness that she had tried out many times on herself. She was amazed how even though it seemed the ball was too big, eventually the ball could be wedged into place. She took her time working th ball back and forth until a "pop" was heard in Tom's mouth - the ball was firmly in place and no measurable sound would issue forth. Diana then greedily buckled her pride and joy into place, perhaps tightening a bit too hard for the journey, but she figured Tom would be asleep for most of the trip, if not all of it, anyway.

She grabbed a black ski mask out of the bag and slid it over her head. She then checked around to ensure no details were left to chance. Once she was satisfied nothing would point to her Diana zipped up the workout bag and took it to the front door. She then turned off the reading lamp and lifted her prisoner by the cinched elbows, standing him up. Again she was surprised just how strong she was as she easily hoisted Tom over her shoulder, his feet in front. She walked to the front door, casually picked up her bag, locked the front door and carried him to the SUV. She opend the backseat door and laid Tom across the back seat. She put he bag in the cargo area of the SUV and then fastened the seatbelts to her captive's bound body, ensuring no surprises on the trip back home.

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.

Tom felt like he was a duffle bag full of clothes, a little heavy but completely immobile. He was at his captor's mercy with no say in how he was handled or carried. Although he had now way of knowing who had kidnapped him, he couldn't help but feel the strong arms encircling his thighs as his upper body draped over the back of his abductor, his tightly bound face sometimes striking the buttocks of the carrier. Unfortunately his cock was repeatedly rubbing against his captor's shoulder – this had an undesirable effect as far as Tom was concerned.

As Diana carried her acquisition into his new home, she noted a growing presence next to her face as his crotch bounced along with every step. He was in some way excited by this, she thought. Subduing him would be easier that way but in no way would his enjoyment have a factor in her own pleasure. Nonetheless, the white sticky string emanating from his now engorged purple dickhead was amusing, but punishment for jizzing her lycra top would be forthcoming.

Diana, however, was rather wet from her abduction fantasy turned real, and she thought perhaps she would release a bit of her pent-up frustrations on Tom to introduce him to his new life. Instead of hauling him down into the basement she chose to detour their path to her bedroom. Flicking on the light she casually flipped him down onto the king-sized bed, with enough force that he bounced twice and then almost twisted off the bed. She thought that was hilarious but suppressed her giggles. Instead she wanted to do that again, sort of like the pro wrestlers that she had seen on TV when her ex-husband watched that crap. So she lifted her helpless victim up by the elbow ropes and lifted him over her head in a smooth motion, then crashed him back down on the bed, bouncing him a another few feet. She did small variations of this move several times, sometimes hard enough to bounce him completely off the bed (for which he would crash onto the carpet with a thud and a gurgle of spittle) and sometimes she was so into the strength demonstration she threw him onto the bed and he would bounce up almost vertically and hit the wall at the head of her bed before flipping back onto the bed.

Totally defenseless, Tom was getting the crap beat out of him. Already weakened by constricted blood flow from the too tight bondage, he now felt the bed repeatedly banging against his body and sometimes he could tell when he was going to fall to the floor – the sensation that the bed would stop his fall was late, that meant no bed to hit. He learned that after two crashes into the floor. This body slam episode was really taking its toll, he did not understand what was happening but he was certain this was the precursor to something much more difficult to endure. The hands that kept him captive were strong and he had no doubt that escape would have to be a long term goal, that he couldn't hope to overpower whoever this guy was.

Since we was in no position to combat his captor anyway, he devoted some thought to who this might be holding him as he flew through the air and crashed onto the bed (or carpet). But he soon realized that it really didn't matter, more likely his next concern would be what next after this beating was done. He felt sure that the guy that grabbed him would butt fuck him - why else would he be tied up naked and gagged so securely? The thought of being another man's 'bitch' didn't appeal at all to Tom, but he had to admit that his captor was the only choice maker here.

Diana was enjoying the last bits of her adrenalin rush, slamming her toy against the bed was great fun but she wanted better and more satisfying relief. Diana pulled her body suit off and stood in her room naked, with a male captive that she had personally bound, gagged and seized. She stacked two pillows and then jumped up on the bed. She lifted the bound male onto the pillows with his groin planted on top of the pillows, arching his ass into the air and exposing his anus. She pushed his head down into the sheets so that his head was not facing to either side. She noticed even though she had done all the heavy lifting he was breathing very fast, panicking wildly. She really thrilled at that sight, knowing now that this abduction was worth it. She leaned over to the bedside table, grabbed the K-Y jelly and began to lubricate his asshole – he jumped and shuddered. Again, this was more than she could have dreamed – he was completely resigned to the fate she determined and all he could do was wait for it.

Tom's worst fear was now happening and he could do nothing. He tried once last burst of strength to pull the ropes loose but his captor had tied him up so expertly that he couldn't move an inch even after all the body slamming. He muffled a scream and awaited his destiny.

Diana had many dildoes and toys, one toy was a double-ended dildo that was built such that the 'top' lesbian would slide it up into her cunt and the 'bottom' lesbian could be fucked in the same way as if the top were male. This was Diana's weapon of choice – she didn't bother lubing up her end of the toy (she didn't need help there, she cooed) and she slid the tool in slowly, deliciously. But the other end, she determined, would be rammed in quickly and forcefully. Her captive jumped like an electric prod had been placed on his backside as she spread his ass cheeks. She pulled aside the two ropes riding into his crotch, pulling even harder and cutting even more (she hoped). The top end of her tool touched his anus and she pressed it home.

Diana had come very close to having the loudest orgasm of her life. She was more than satisfied, she was fully released. As she lay on top of him, slightly to the side, with her crotch buried against his ass and with him still fully impaled, she enjoyed the moment knowing that this can happen whenever she wanted and there was no sexual negotiation or 'quid pro quo' needed. She smiled and thought of the just-ended multiple orgasms and of her captive's groans. In the final moments she was able to reach into her night stand, grab a small ballgag and jam it into her own mouth milliseconds before she screamed. In a way, the orgasm concerned Diana, as she had obviously lost control for a moment – she had no intention of giving her captive any idea who had him prisoner by hearing her voice – at least not yet. In fact, other than assuring that she would have a naked male tightly tied and gagged in her basement, she really had no long term plan for what to do with her conquest. But she figured she would repeat this scenario again before too long.

Tom would have been speechless if he had been allowed to speak. The pain and utter humiliation, of having his wrists crossed and tightly tied and then attached to crotch ropes that seemed to be cutting his groin in half, his arms pulled together and bound, his knees bound so strictly that they were in a permanently bent position, his ankles hopelessly fused and then to top it off he was blindfolded and gagged with a ball so big that he had forgotten what two jaws clacking together sounded like, was devastating enough. But after being placed in a totally compromised position, ass up and face down and lubed up, he was ass fucked but instead of getting the real thing he got the business end of a large stiff dildo. Two thoughts immediately raced to the front of his mind – either this freak had a small pecker and didn't want to use it yet, or he hadn't heard the freak's wife come in and she was as big a freak as the guy and they would have a fuck after seeing their captive take it hard. Problem was, throughout the entire butt fucking episode he felt his cock thicken to full mast. He knew he wasn't gay at all, had no inclination in that direction whatsoever, and even though this was a very dangerous situation he found at least some part of him excited by his kidnapping.

It was getting late so Diana thought it might be best to put away her live toy and call it a night – she could further think her plan through in the morning. She put her lycra outfit on again (it was already dirty anyway, she reasoned) and then went to the bathroom to grab a quick drink of water.

Tom heard the footfall away from the bed and figured he had a chance to escape back the way he came in, thinking he had mapped in his mind the trail necessary. So he made a mighty leg kick and rolled himself upright on the bed, with his legs off to one side of the bed. He stood up, turned left, took a deep breath and hopped three big jumps before crashing headfirst into the doorway, a foot or so from the actual door opening. He was stunned and sagged to the floor in a heap.

Diana had heard him roll on the bed, so she stopped halfway into the bathroom and came out quietly to watch the scene unfold. As he crashed into the wall she almost laughed but caught herself and went over to her pitiful captive. She saw he was out cold – at this point she did chuckle, got herself a drink of water, and then walked back to her prisoner. She rolled him over, lifted him up by the taut elbow tie and cradled him over her shoulder. She was now tired from all the lifting she had done but figured this last bit would be worth it. As she carried the tied man back through the house she stopped at a full length mirror in the hall. She always hated that mirror, her ex-husband was so vain, wanting this mirror to check himself before he went out to work or off to dinner. But now, she looked at herself and her bound captive. She decided to set him down. She wanted to have a look at her total dominance over the weak male she had conquered. She ripped off her lycra outfit and the two of them were now naked. She looked at herself in the mirror as she again lifted him to standing and then carry position. She admired how easy it was to carry him and how good she looked doing it. She posed and turned into the mirror to have a look at herself and her prisoner together. He is really bound up tight – unable to do a damn thing, she grinned. She turned to face the mirror and admired how his asshole was still visible, she had really reamed him and wanted very much to do that again soon – show him that the female was the boss and the male was the bitch. She then went on down the hall to the top of the basement stairs and slowly descended.

At the base of the stairs Diana put the captive on the floor next to the dog cage. She took the leather cuffs she had put out previously and began to fasten them above his elbows. Once those were locked into place she then untied the ropes pinning his arms; she next placed cuffs on this wrists, locked them, then untied his wrists. She then placed the ankles cuffs on her victim and locked them into place. As she untied his ankles and them the knees, the captive began to come around from his self-induced knockout.

Tom awoke and noticed his arms and wrists felt much better, in fact he could actually feel them now. Once he felt his legs were freer, he foolishly began to thrash around, thinking he night be able to get up. A huge punch to his gut soon stopped that thought.

Diana saw him try to climb to his feet again, so she reached back and punched him with most of her might to his mid-section. She was relieved and content that her punch knocked him down. But the move of insurrection caused her to lose her temper a bit, and instead of removing the gag she left it in. She still had the crotch rope in place, noting the chafing marks that were starting to get quite red. Well, she thought, a full night with that on might teach him a lesson. So she uncuffed his wrists briefly, wrapped the link between the crotch rope to essentially fix his wrists against his body again, and re-locked the cuffs. Now, for the final bits of her lesson, she pulled the dog bed out of the cage and rolled him inside. It was a bit of a struggle but she overpowered him in the end. To teach him that resistance really was futile, she grabbed a medium sized butt plug, put a little lubricant on, peeled apart the two ropes across his already sore asshole, and screwed the plug into place.

Tom tried to howl at the pain and humiliation of the new insertion, but only a resigned sob was able to leave his bound mouth.

Diana locked the cage, walked up the stairs, turned the lights off in the basement, and took a shower before going to bed.