Ben really enjoyed his first couple of years at university. There were so many new things to do, new people to meet, and interesting subjects to study. Away from home, it was like living in his own self contained little world on campus. With his nose often buried in books, Ben had hardly noticed Ophelia at first. When he finally did notice how the girl seemed to be in every one of his classes, or sitting in the cafeteria near him, or watching the intramural games of soccer he played, Ben just put it down to coincidence. She must just have the same schedule as him. Sure, she seemed like she was at least a few years older, so it was kinda odd that she was taking freshman and sophomore classes, but maybe she had started late. Taken a few gap years or something. That was probably it.

It was only in his third year that Ben really began to notice Ophelia following him around. Going to the same pubs as he did, walking around near him on campus between classes, sitting closer and closer to him in the cafeteria or in study hall. It was all a little weird. Flattering sure, but Ben had never thought of himself as particularly eye catching, so it felt odd that a woman like Ophelia was paying attention to him. Not that he could really talk about it with any of his few friends. If he went to them complaining that an older student with soulful dark eyes, a gorgeous figure, and scarlet hair was into him and it was a problem, he’d be laughed out of the room.

So instead Ben began trying to alter his schedule. The idea of just talking to Ophelia was overwhelming for him. After all, she was quite attractive, and what’s more had a fairly forceful personality. He had seen her no-nonsense attitude when dealing with anyone else, and he didn’t want those cutting words directed at him. Worse yet, she might be hurt by his lack of affection in return. God save him, if there were tears, or crying in any for, he would be one for. There was no way Ben would be able to maintain his resolve to keep some distance from the intently interested girl if she did that.

So he tried to find different places to hang out. He would get to class as close to the start time as possible to try to enter after her to sit elsewhere. He hurried back home unless he had to stay on campus now, and often ate somewhere away from the cafeteria. He still caught sight of Ophelia now and then, her dark, flashing eyes meeting his for a moment before he bolted, or a whiff of her perfume giving him a few moments warning that she was coming or leaving. His antics did seem to decrease him spotting her, though they never seemed to put much of a dent in the enthusiasm with which she tracked him down.

Hell, it was almost as though his now active participation in this cat and mouse game had simply made her more energetic, more joyful, in ferreting out the secrets of Ben’s life. Just because he didn’t see her, didn’t mean she wasn’t around after all.

Bugger.

Ben’s new approach to his schedule consumed the first month of the new semester, and it was getting on towards Halloween when he wearily plodded into the library after supper. It was Friday night, and he had had a tiring day filled with writing, writing, and more bloody writing. But rather than going home, or even out to the pub for a pint, he was going to get some reading done. Not even study reading, just a nice fantasy or sci fi book to settle him down, and transport him away from the humdrum of university life. That was all that was on Ben’s mind as he slipped past the front desk with an absent smile and wave to the girl staffing it, and then plopped down at a table in a study section of the library.

Five minutes after claiming his spot, he was deep into his chosen novel. Which was why he didn’t see Ophelia enter.

Her entrance into the study nook of the library deepened an already pervasive silence as the eyes of the handful of students there were drawn to her like a lodestone. Ophelia was dressed in black leather, her pants, jackets and boots, with a shirt and corset combination that screamed dominance and fetish. Her scarlet hair cascaded in waves to cover her shoulders, and she had a small bag slung over one of them. Ophelia looked and moved like a predator, all smooth confident motion as she crossed from the door to the table where Ben was sitting.

Ben didn’t notice her until his hand was jerked away from his book and cuffed. He looked up, but the words of annoyance and surprise died in his throat as he saw Ophelia. Saw what she was wearing. Click-click-click. His arms were now cuffed behind him. Even then, the sheer sensual, sexual dominance that she radiated made Ben hesitate. It was so attention getting, so utterly out of place to the school and Ben’s conception of Ophelia, that he didn’t immediately protest. Didn’t yell or scream in panic or anger. And then he promptly lost that opportunity as Ophelia jammed a ball gag into his mouth, and tightly buckled it in place.

Ben began to squirm a little, trying to struggle away from her at that point, but it was far too late. With his hands secured, and mouth plugged, there was precious little he could do to convince anyone, let alone Ophelia, that this wasn’t something he wanted. He had effectively stood still to have her bind him, and the looks he was getting now were less concern and more variations of envy, lust, or scorn. Some students, after all, had actual studying to do. They were less than tolerant of interruptions, especially when those interruptions seemed to be two adults playing out some weird sort of sex game in public. Something best looked at, if at all, through the corner of one’s eye.

Especially when she wrapped a collar around Ben’s neck, and locked it in place. He grunted in angry fear now, trying to squirm free, but she just held onto him, a manic grin plastered over her face, “Shhhhhhh, Ben. Let the nice people study. We can get into once we’re outside.”

Ophelia turned apologetic eyes on the few people who were watching, and then whipped back around to deliver a kiss over Ben’s gag. A hard, searching, powerful kiss that left no one in any doubt about the nature of their little game. Especially when Ben let out a little whimpering moan. That settled it in the minds of anyone still watching. Just a game. A leash clicked onto his collar, and Ben found himself being hustled outside.

Only the two of them knew the truth. This was Ben’s stalker finally making her move.

“Mine.” Ophelia breathed, sounding like someone who had just inherited a fortune, “All mine. Oh, my sweet Ben, you’re finally mine.”

Ben groaned and tried to pull back on the leash, but Ophelia just gave a pleased squeal, and spanked him several times, “Ohhhh, Ben, I love your enthusiasm! But not just yet lover, we haven’t even gotten to the cottage yet!”

“ggottaghe?” Ben queried, his hands squirming against their cuffs.

“Yes, the cottage!” She looked at him with a cheek splitting smile, “Oh, right. I couldn’t find you in the cafeteria the last few days so I couldn’t tell you.” She slapped his ass again, “I love our hide and seek games Benny boy, but honestly sometimes you get a little too into them. Anyway, yeah, our cottage. Yours and mine. Well, mine mostly I guess, but you’ll be there too now!”

“Mmmphh!?”

“Everything is just perfect,” Ophelia burbled onwards, paying no mind to Ben’s whimper of surprise, “I spent all last summer renovating it. Installing all the little things to make it homey for you. A comfy jail cell, honestly its almost a normal room except for the restraints and bars. And a not so comfy one for when you’re bad.” She brushed a hand down his back, “But I don’t think that will be too much of a problem. All sorts of security systems too to make sure no one can get to you and take you away. Neither of us want that.” She finished firmly, gripping his rear possessively.

“Urrm fhhhaarggiin rraazzyy??” Ben squealed, trying to jerk away from her.

“Bennnnnyyyyy,” Her voice sounding a little hurt, “I’m doing this for both of us silly!”

They were now well away from the library. Far enough that Ophelia felt comfortable enough pausing to cuff his ankles, leaving a short chain in between his legs to constrain his steps. Straightening up she then took a leather belt and buckled it snugly over his arms, forcing them tightly against his torso.

“I’m going to keep you safe Ben. Safe from this world. It can be so hurtful, and I don’t want to see my Pet hurt.” She stroked the side of his face for a moment, her smile shifting from pleased to gentle, “My poor, sweet Pet. Soon I’ll have you all to myself. You’ll never need to leave because I’ve already got everything you’ll ever need! Books, games, our favourite foods, and…” she giggled, and suddenly turned a little coy, “A…a lot of stuff like this,” She gave his leash a jerk, “I know it’s a little strange, but I love playing with this sort of stuff, and you just look incredible all helpless for me.”

Ben moaned, shaking his head and tried to struggle free again, but Ophelia easily kept him under control. She yanked him forward on his leash, almost skipping in front of him, and forcing Ben into a shuffling sort of jog, “I know! I know! I’m super excited too Benny, but you gotta keep that energy under control. I promise lots of fun kinky games when we get home ok Pet?”

By the time they reached the parking lot, where Ophelia made a beeline towards a large grey panel van, Ben was gasping. Sobbing really. His chest burned from more than just the physical exertion, it was the fear. The terror of the unknown. That Ophelia wasn’t just some run of the mill obsessive. She was going to kidnap him. Keep up as some sort of fucked up prisoner fantasy thing. Ben felt tears begin to trickle down his cheeks. No. No, no, no, he didn’t want this!

Ophelia opened the doors and turned back around. But as she saw Ben’s face, her beaming grin vanished, and her entire demeanor changed, “Oh. Oh, no, no no, Benny, nooo.” She wrapped him in a hug, burying her face into his shoulders, “Don’t cry, Ben. Please, don’t. I can’t stand to see you cry. I can’t…wait.” She tightened her grip for a moment, her voice a little shaky, “Don’t…ok…ok, don’t worry. I can fix this. I can fix this.” Her hands dived into the bag slung around her, and came back with a leather blindfold, “It’s ok Ben. Please, no…no more crying. Please don’t. I…I can’t…” Her babbling blocked any attempt for Ben to reason with her as she fitted the blindfold over him, and snugged it into place.

That done, she let out a relieved breath and then gave him another crushing hug as Ben shook with raging emotions. Fear, sadness, anger, lust. All swirling around in him. He could still feel the tears soaking into the leather.

“I know. I know it’s a lot Ben. But you have to stop crying. I’m kinda overwhelmed too that we finally get to be together. I know it’s scary, and I know you’ll…you’ll need to adjust.” Her voice was shaky again, “But I promise you Ben, your new life as my Pet is going to be amazing.”

She pressed him into the back of the van, and hoped up with him before slamming the door shut, “Now I…I was going to let you ride up front next to me on the floor. But…I…I think I need to give you some space. I just…I hate seeing you so sad Ben. That’s why I’m doing this though! So you don’t have to be sad anymore. You’ll have all your pleasures, and you’ll have me taking care of you! Every day, no worries at all!” She hugged him tightly again before thrusting him down to the floor and using another short length of chain to hogtie him.

“I promise,” she said again as she clambered forward to start the van, “You’re going to love being my little Pet. My sweet, sweet Ben.”

As Ben felt the vehicle rumble to life, he struggled and fought against his unyielding bonds. Ophelia had gone from a known but tolerable nuisance to a complete psycho! Maybe she had always been a psycho, but Ben had never for an instant believed she was capable of this! Long term bondage? Kidnapping?? Keeping him as a bloody pet??

Ophelia guided the van out of the parking lot, her new captive pet in the rear of it. Life was

finally going to make sense for her again. Ben was hers, the future was theirs.

She would keep him safe. Her Pet deserved nothing less than the best after all…