**This was written for a contest a fellow deviant had for her watchers.  The story was to reflect her as we knew her through her photographs and comments.**  **Warning...rape theme (even though knowing this will spoil the opening some)**

At first I regretted not bringing my toys. After all, what fun is it to have a playmate and not have any toys to share. But our meeting was so spontaneous. Unexpected. Unplanned. I’m sure it will not surprise you to know it was your body which first caught my attention. You know you are attractive. I noticed you as soon as you came in and I watched you walk across the room. The way you move, oh, the way you move made me watch longer. As I studied your beautiful face I could see intelligence in your eyes as you talked with your friends and your laughter was quick and genuine. I knew right then we had to meet. And just a few hours later here we are. I moved some of your furniture so we would have plenty of room. Luckily I found you have a nice collection of toys yourself. With what I have found here and on my little visit to your kitchen we should have hours of fun and games. I can’t wait for you to wake up.

The night is just about to start for you but for me the foreplay started hours ago. Watching you in the bar. Mapping out our journey. Oh the places I will take you. I followed you home and let myself in. You did not disappoint me. Resistance always gets me aroused. Since I was not prepared for our date I had to resort to choking you until you passed out. I was surprised when I undressed you. I have never seen panties like the ones you had on, very low cut in the back with a little strap-like waistband with a bow. I will treasure them.

I do wish you had more rope. I wish I had my rope. You deserve a more elaborate binding than what you have now. We will have to settle for simple and functional. Your arms have been box tied with the rope wrapping several times around your arms and then around your chest both above and below your breasts. Yours arms crossed as you might do them in front of your chest except behind you, the wrists tied together and then tied to the ropes wrapped around your chest. A crotch rope may, most likely will, be added later. Your legs are in a frog tie, fully bent at the knee and tied just below the knee and just above the ankle. You will soon learn this will allow me to place you in many useful positions.

I sit quietly in a corner and watch as you slowly waken. Not knowing at first where you are or why you can’t move your arms or straighten your legs. Realizing you are tied somehow. On the floor. Your floor. Remembering our first embrace. Watching you thrash about, bound with your own rope, your attempted screams muffled by the ball gag I found, the look of utter panic in your eyes. I can taste your fear. Your delicious fear.

You might as well rest, you will need your energy.  I have all of the toys lined up just like instruments in an operating room. An assortment of butt plugs, a large dildo, a nice shiny black vibrator, a spatula and wooden spoon from the kitchen along with a couple of those clips used for  holding bags shut.

Now, I want you to pick a number from one to ten….