Home Alone, pt. 1

This fantasy was first and strongest. It is my little dark secret that I have carried with me for quite sometime. It is a controversial and tender subject for some, and I am sorry for what they had to experience involuntarily. For me, this scenario gets me wet every time I think about it! Hope you Enjoy!


Sitting home alone one night, Callie is watching a horror movie on t.v, something she usually never does. She knows her Master will be home from working 2nd shift soon, but still frightened by the movie she startles at every strange noise.
It’s late, about 2 a.m. when the movie ends. She is tired and decides to try to get some sleep, but unfortunately sleep eludes her. Every creak, every knock, each noise makes her jump in her skin, and she wonders why Master isn’t home yet. Eventually though, she falls asleep from pure exhaustion.

Next thing she knows someone is on top of her, straddling her with her arms pinned under their knees and a hand over her mouth. She can’t scream. It’s dark and all she can see is a silhouette, no features, no clue as to who this man is. Her heart races 1000 miles an hour as she struggles to get free. Something covers her eyes, and she feels him lean down. His face next to her ear, she feels his hot breath on her cheek.
“Don’t make a sound. Do you understand?” he whispers.The voice is faintly familiar, but Callie is too scared out of her mind to place it. She quickly nods her understanding.
“Good.” He takes his hand from her mouth.
She bites her lip as he fastens whatever is covering her eyes tightly around her head, keeping it in place. Her hands are beginning to hurt, pinned as they are under his knees. He first takes one hand and then the other and ties them together, and ties them above her head.
“Don’t move.” Callie lays perfectly still, too scared to even breathe.
He gets up and she hears him rummaging through everything. Drawers, closet, even going into the bathroom, nothing is left untouched. A robbery. All she can hope for is that he will leave and her Master come home soon!
However, she is not so lucky. She sleeps naked and her nude body is exposed, and suddenly there is a hand on her throat, tight but she can still get air.
“Don’t move, don’t speak. I AM going to hurt you, but worse if you disobey me. You’re going to enjoy this no matter how hard you try not to.” Against all that is right, his words strike a chord with her ingrained submissiveness. He chuckles.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she sputters anyway.

...to be continued.