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The Hunter Becomes
The Hunted by IVNIK8ER (fornicator)
THE HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED By:
When I saw her sitting alone in a booth at the cafe I was taken aback by her beauty and the easygoing way she seemed content to enjoy her energy drink alone. She was about 5’9”, 125 lbs., long, silky brunette hair and beautiful blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with sensuality. I watched her come in from my stool at the counter. Her long legs, accentuated in a pair of skin tight spandex pants, were obviously toned and they flexed quite nicely while she walked to her booth. Her tank top was also made of spandex and, judging by the way her “D” size breasts were defying gravity, moonlighted as a bra of some sort. With her hair flowing casually down past her shoulders, I got the impression she had just exercised or something of that nature.
Although she was soon reading a magazine, she appeared alert to her surroundings as she looked up when I stared at her for more than a few seconds.
I pretty much considered myself a ladies man… a player. There weren’t too many women that I felt I couldn’t have if I wanted. After all, I’m
6’1”, 190 lbs., well built with blonde hair and blue eyes. I’ve been told by many women that I’m very good looking and, thanks to several visits to the gym each week, I was comfortable that my broad shoulders and large biceps helped get nearly every woman I asked out for a date. I dated many women, but always found some imperfection in each one that was too much to keep a relationship going for more than a couple of weeks. At age
25, I somewhat felt like I was a hunter and there was no woman I couldn’t conquer.
I made up my mind that I was going to get her… make her my prey.
I’d pull no stops in getting this one. She was breathtaking. I told myself
I would take my time and lure her into wanting me. I would casually introduce myself to her, make her wet for me as I allowed her to take in my body, and then dangle my charm in front of her like a carrot leading a rabbit.
Images of how I’d put her into compromising positions and tease her until she begged me to let her get off danced through my head as I mentally pictured her wearing several of my favorite bondage devices. My past experiences had taught me that nearly every woman I’d been with enjoyed bondage at least to some degree. Judging from the way this beauty was dressed, it seemed like a solid bet to me. I’d been watching her for about 10 minutes and noticed that she seemed to be getting bored with the magazine when
I decided to make my move.
When the waitress refilled my coffee and walked away I half-turned toward the beauty and focused my gaze on her. After a few seconds, true to form, she looked up at me with those sparkling eyes. When I asked her what she was reading she stared at me for a few seconds, as if deciding whether or not I was worthy of conversation, then lifted the magazine to show the cover. I recognized the magazine as a popular women’s print and tried to make more conversation. This woman, whose name was Katie she soon told me, seemed very intuitive about what I was trying to accomplish. She seemed interested in me also. In fact, not long into the conversation, Katie had me interested in her personality and seemed to have a very playful sense of humor. In no time at all I felt like I’d met a good friend and, I secretly said to myself, another conquest.
Katie was a physical trainer and had just finished working out with several clients. When she told me she had to get home and take a shower
I playfully jumped at the opening. I said, “It’s too bad we just met, otherwise
I’d love to give you a hand.” Actually, my intentions were to lure her to my place just 3 blocks away so I could have access to my toys. She was beautiful and I wanted her at my mercy badly. Katie looked at me carefully for a few seconds before asking me, “Can you cook?” This took me off guard as I thought she wouldn’t have nibbled so quickly on such a corny line, but I ran with her question thinking that I could get her a couple steps closer to my apartment.
“I can make an awesome salad and broil a tantalizing steak, if you wanna come by my place,” I said. “ I only live a couple blocks away and we can just stop by the market on the way.”
She surprised me again when she said, “I have everything at my place if you feel like coming over… It’s just around the corner.”
Feeling like I’d struck the jackpot, but not wanting her to know, I casually accepted her invitation and we were leaving the cafe in almost no time at all. The walk to her place was pleasant, filled with meaningless chatter and me stealing looks of Katie’s fantastic body every time I thought
I could get away with it. She walked with such an air of confidence. I couldn’t wait to get her into my 3 foot spreader bar, that always seemed to make the women feel a little vulnerable. I will put a tight gag on her so she won't be able to do anything but whimper, that’ll make her even more vulnerable. Just like the other women I’d preyed on.
Katie’s house was nice and cozy. One medium-sized couch and 2 matching medium-sized recliner chairs detailed most of the furniture in the living room, although I noticed the entertainment center must have cost her a pretty penny judging from the television and stereo components. She told me to make myself a drink and get comfortable while she had a quick shower and change. I made a drink and sat on her couch. While I waited, I looked around her living room subconsciously trying to see how I could improvise and bind her to something.
When Katie emerged from the shower I noted that she was wearing a tank top with loose fitting three-quarter length sweat pants. This outfit was designed to look casual, but on Katie, it only served to prove to me that her body was as outstanding as I’d thought. The subtle glimpses through the side of her shirt told me that her “D” size breasts were unrestrained now, but still stood up proudly. I also realized that this outfit could be removed easily in seconds… very shrewd.
Katie sat next to me on the couch and we chatted for a bit. The subject of sex and personal desires didn’t take long to come up at all. When Katie asked me how I liked to have sex I sensed she was searching for something a little more erotic than “missionary” or “doggie-style”. Hoping to score an early point I told her that I liked long foreplay as a build-up and then, faking a shy smile, I said, “I find exploring into certain types of kinks makes for an interesting, and often exhausting, love making session.”
Katie digested my answer for a minute and then slowly asked, “ Do you ever try… bondage?” Hiding my excitement inside, I gave it a few seconds and playfully answered, “Sure, you bet. Why? What did you have in mind?”
I laughed at the end of my question partially to ease any possible tension, but also to hide my growing excitement. I secretly was hoping she didn’t notice the growing bulge in my jeans as I told myself she would be mine in no time.
Katie had a gleam in her eye when she told me to get undressed and have a seat in a recliner while she went to get a couple “toys.” She swayed out of the room leaving me with a spectacular view of her ass and legs, which I noted (for the second time now) were definitely quite toned. I quickly undressed and sat in the chair she’d indicated. A couple minutes later Katie walked out, dressed the same I dejectedly noted, with a bulging pillowcase I figured obviously didn’t hold a pillow. She set the pillowcase on the floor and gave me a smile.
When Katie removed a couple thick, padded leather ankle cuffs and told me to stick a leg out I was somewhat surprised. I had expected to be tying her up. I told myself, “Oh well, I’ll play her little game for a bit and then use it as an excuse to take ‘my turn’ on her.” Either way I figured it was gonna be fun watching this beautiful woman go down on me while she had my wrists and ankles tied to her recliner. I might even playfully resist if she got into her role well. I realized later that I’d seriously underestimated this woman.
In no time Katie had the ankle cuffs snugly on and had secured them with short chains to the rear of the recliner frame. Katie went to her bag and removed a padded blindfold and slipped it over my eyes, blocking out all light quite effectively. “Cute”, I thought… this should even be somewhat erotic. “You doing okay?”, she asked. Toying with her a little, I purposely gave her a smug, “Just fine.” Katie grabbed my chin with one hand and seemed to be looking into my face for a few seconds before she walked away.
I heard a rustle of leather and what sounded like buckles clinking together as Katie told me to lean forward and place my hands together behind my back. I did as she told and felt her slipping what felt like a single leather sleeve up the lengths of both of my forearms. When she saw my head turn in a questioning manner Katie stated, “It’s called an armbinder.” I knew darn well what the item was as I’d had one of my own, but I’d never worn one. I often used my armbinder to put my women at my total control… I was well aware of how effective this device was. I’d never had a woman come even remotely close to escaping mine and even would gag them shortly after putting it on so they wouldn’t start begging me to take it off before
I even got warmed up. The device also stuck their chest out quite nicely for me, making it easy to clamp their nipples.
I started to feel a little reluctant to give up this much control, but Katie was fast at her task and quickly had me laced up tightly. Katie then buckled the armbinder’s leather straps tightly around my wrists, elbows and upper arms. She got a little tighter with each strap until my arms could go no further together, then she retightened the laces and straps one more time. She finished off with straps from the top of the armbinder, crisscrossed over my chest, then buckled back to the device to keep it from slipping off my arms. My arms felt completely immobile and started to cramp rather quickly. I mentally told myself that I was going to ease up a little with this device when I used it on my girls.
Katie then had me settle back and snugly buckled wide leather straps around the chair at my waist and chest, effectively pinning me back in the chair with my arms behind me. I now felt very immobile with my body tightly attached to her chair and my solid hard-on widely exposed. I tried to move a little to relieve some of the cramping in my arms and found I could hardly budge at all. This was a little too much and I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to stand this armbinder, especially in this position, for very long. This woman had me tightly strapped down… too tightly for casual kinky sex, I thought.
When I could hear katie at her toy bag again I decided that I’d had enough of this too-strict bondage. As I heard her approach I opened my mouth to ask her to loosen the armbinder a little. Katie was encircling an arm around the back of my neck as I started to say, “This is a litt…”
My words were interrupted as her free hand pushed a large penis-shaped gag into my mouth while her other arm kept my head from pulling away. Thinking
I could indicate this was too much I tried to playfully pull and twist my head away to finish my sentence. Katie held my head firmly and easily in a sort of headlock with one arm holding my head and the gag in my mouth while the other arm casually slipped off the blindfold and buckled the gag onto my head. I quickly found out that this was a harness gag which forced me to close my jaw tightly. Also, the insert was very long and thick, pushing my tongue out of the way as it went partially down my throat. As she worked I started to struggle seriously, but she held me easily and almost seemed to be taking her time. Katie cinched the harness extra tight and then tucked flaps at the base of the gag into my cheeks and in front of my gums. The flaps ensured that no air escaped my mouth. I could only breathe through my nose and the only sounds I could make were pathetic little, “Mmmm mmm’s.”
This was way too much. I started to violently struggle and thrash in the chair the best I could. Katie just laughed as she held my head and stroked my face, stating, “Relax, I’m almost done.” I was near panic now.
Never had I been so thoroughly and easily controlled by a woman and especially without having any say in the matter. I had to let her know this was too much for me, that I had to have at least some control back. I struggled and, “Mmmm’ed” for about a minute as she held my head and kept telling me to relax. She seemed to be patiently waiting for me to calm down. My most violent struggles hardly even made the leather devices holding me creak. I realized I was not moving even an inch with any part of my body and just making myself breathe harder. I forced myself to calm down figuring
I would use the only good form of communication I had left to let her know
I wanted to be let go. I also told myself that I was going to make sure she paid for this when she let me go.
When she looked into my face I gave her the most pathetic and pleading eyes I could while trying to whimper, “Pleasssse”, through my gag. Of course, all that came out was, “Hnnnnn.” This gag was very effective… I couldn’t make even a little sense out of the noise I was making. Seeing I had calmed, Katie let my head go and I immediately started gesturing with it. She just ignored me as she walked back to the pillowcase. I was certain by this point that she knew I wanted to be set free, but that wasn’t in her plans.
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