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It’s too late, now. It was too late half an hour ago, when I made you beg me to tie you up. It was too late two hours ago, when you knocked on my door and I had you take off your underwear before stepping past the threshold. That threshold was the moment, where you gave yourself over to me. When the surrender began.

But that wasn’t when it was too late for you. It was too late last week when you first suggested that we should meet up alone sometime, that you’d love to see where I live, where I work. It was too late the week before that, when we somehow managed to end up with our own corner at the party, you and me in the blackness, incubated from the world. It was too late the month before, when we were introduced. Because you saw me and you decided then and there that you were going to fuck me. But I was always going to fuck you, don’t you see?

It was too late two years ago when you first found that kink website online and didn’t just close the window immediately. It was too late when you were twenty two and someone lent you Sleeping Beauty, and you didn’t give it back when you realised it wasn’t a fairy tale. It was too late when you fell in love with your English teacher at school, and dwelt on the ruler he used to snap against the desks to get your attention. It was too late when you first masturbated to the thought of him using that ruler on you.

It’s always been too late for you, little girl. Too late to say no, too late to back out. You were always going to be here, in my ropes, in my house, under my thumb. You were always going to be mine. I just took my time getting here.

It’s too late to have any second thoughts, now. Far too late.

Rolledtrousers is now the reason I have a kinky predestination tag.

“I won’t believe that our love’s a mystery
I won’t believe our love’s a sin
I want you to kiss me like a stranger once again.”

I’m busy trying to collect all my thoughts from my experiences with Switch. This photo is triggering for that. You’ll find out sometime soon.

Odds are, it’ll be organized in a bunch of little snapshots and a few longer pieces. I promise, I promise, I’ll get on with it. I just like building suspense.

Trapped, Part 10

In the morning, Switch kept me tied up a bit longer. “I’m savoring this,” he said when I protested, “I’m enjoying you being my hostage while it lasts.”

I was surprisingly not sore at all from having my arms tied in front of me all night and the blindfold had stayed in place. The morning was spent teasing me a bit more, mostly just through false threats and some more groping.

Eventually, he let me go by rolling me onto my back and untying my wrists. I removed the blindfold and leaned up, kissing him deeply.

“You clever jerk,” I shook my head, “I can’t believe you pulled this off.” I was still adjusting back to the light as he cuddled up beside me.

Switch chuckled and shrugged, “I just got really into it. There’s something about just taking you like that that makes me want to do it again.”

I smirked, “promise?”

Trapped, Part 4

After securing my arms to the headboard, Switch pulled my legs apart. On the sides of his bed, he had already set up belts that he looped around my ankles and pulled taut. Spread and bound, I squirmed around on the bed and tested the strength of the belts. I had about an inch of give either way, I could barely move.

Switch ran his hand up the back of my thigh and chuckled, “can’t fight me now, can you?” He slapped my ass and laughed so more when I gasped and lurched in my bonds. “No, I think I’ve got you to myself now.” He sneered and grabbed my ass, shaking it slightly, “and we’re going to have so much fun.”

I continued to pull against the bonds and shake my head. “Come on, let me go.” I didn’t want to give in too easily. Switch reached up and grabbed my hair, holding my head still and trying to push his fingers into my mouth. I bite down, not too hard, to voice my protest.

Switch pulled his fingers back, dropped my head and said nothing. He walked over to the other end of the bedroom and I heard him putting his sneakers on and grabbing his keys. I pulled hard on the belts. He’d left me tied this way to his bed before (I’ll fill you in on that story at another time, I promise), leaving the knot at my wrist within reach so I could let myself out if I needed.

“Please, don’t go,” I begged with sudden enthusiasm. “Don’t leave me here. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”

All I heard next was the door close behind him.

Trapped, Part 2

The issues with my abduction fantasy lie in the execution. Part of it has to do with fear.

The text above is from the caption I’ve had on this post for a while in my drafts. I keep putting off writing it because I don’t know how to articulate myself properly about the whole thing. I was just never sure it could be pulled off. I wanted to be scared while still feeling safe and I wasn’t sure if those two things were genuinely possible in the sneak-attack type method I wanted my “abduction” to take place.

But, this was somehow working so far. I had a safe word. I knew it was him and still I had been taken very much by surprise. The way he was groping me was a far enough departure from the way he normally touches me when we first start messing around, before stuff gets a little kinky. But, this time he was rough, possessive.

I remember having mentioned having this fantasy once. It was very off-handedly, I hadn’t expected anything would come of it. He had told me about something that he was into that is literally impossible to carry out and I replied that I knew how he felt, because I could never be kidnapped the way I wanted without it being too dangerous for me to enjoy or too safe for me to get excited by the risk involved.

And yet this felt like a good balance. I was at this really happy medium where I was just scared enough to not find it either cheesy or traumatic.

Meet Switch, Part Three

Switch pulled me over his lap, raising a knee so my ass was pushed up into the air. His fingers laced through my hair and pulled my head up sharply. He leaned down to kiss me roughly.

“Your mouth tastes like pussy,” I grinned and he shoved my head back down onto the bed.

He traced his fingers down to my slit and rubbed up and down a few times. I was still a little tender from having just cum twice from him going down on me and I sucked in a deep breath when he shoved a finger inside of me.

“Well, your pussy tastes so good, baby, I think you should have some more,” he pulled his finger out of my cunt and moved it in front of my face. “Go on. Taste yourself.”

I leaned my head forward and took his finger into my mouth. Masquerading a smirk behind pursed lips, I started to bring my head up and down on his finger as if I were sucking it off.

“Goddamn,” he murmured as I sucked. “You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” I winked over his finger. He pulled his finger from my mouth and smacked my ass hard. “You little fucking tease, I think it’s time to put you in your place.”

Meet Switch, Part One

Tumblr, meet Switch.

We’ve been friends for about a year now. In January, it seemed like something was going to develop between him and I. But, he’s teammates with that guy from my frat and he sort of backed off once he and I got involved. Man code or whatever. But, that guy from my frat and I are quite done for reasons I’ll detail when I have time. So, the playing field was wide open for Switch and I was receptive.

Just around twelve hours ago, I was at Switch’s place. Prior, we’d been out with friends to see a band and sort of broke off and hung around together. We danced. We started kissing. We made it through the whole night being relatively civilized adults. But, after a swing by my place for a toothbrush and some other essentials, I wound up at his.

And at around this time in the evening, he had removed his belt and tied my wrists to the headboard. Normally, he admitted, he liked to be submissive. But something about the way the night was panning out had driven him to ask if he could take charge instead. My top, jacket, bra, and shoes were scattered across his floor. My panties were still on, my skirt was bunched up around my waist. He was still fully dressed when he tied a scarf over my eyes.

“You know why I think I wanted to tie you up?” He asked as he ran a hand down my thigh. He was standing beside the bed. He gripped my thigh and pulled my legs open wide. “I think I liked the idea of having this body all to myself, to do whatever I wanted with.”

He ran his hand over my stomach and stopped at one of my breasts, tweaking the nipple. In normal interactions, he’s fairly reserved. Suddenly, now, the tone of his voice had changed and he spoke with a blunt confidence that seemed to suit him better. “And now that I have it, I think we’re going to have a little fun.”

“This is more for you than it is for me, really,” he told her as he straightened the headphones over her ears. “I know where it takes you.”

Sometimes, she’ll find her breakfast and a list of tasks when she wakes up. It’s never so much chores as preparation. Most times, it’s as simple as a pair of handcuffs or a collar. Others, it’s a bit more complicated. It’s a process, a set of steps up to preparing herself for a day to come.

She knows better than to do anything else but follow the list. Even when she doesn’t like its contents. Especially when she doesn’t like its contents.

The alternative is always worse. And obedience is always rewarding.

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