Tied Up and Taken: A Harrowing Night of Forced Desire and Submission I awoke in the middle of the night in my boyfriend’s bed. The first thing I became aware of was that I was cold. The second came as I tried to turn over and cuddle up with him. I was tied with my arms above my head and my legs spread. “Cody? What’s going on?” I asked the darkness around me. I tried to turn and pull my arms down, but they wouldn’t budge. As my eyes adjusted, I could see that Cody had left the window open after we had finished having sex earlier, but now a form was blocking the streetlight. “C-C-Cody?” “Cody is, ah, a little tied up right now.” The form moved closer to me as I tried to inch away. He put a hand over my mouth as he continued. “Don’t worry, pet. He is unharmed and will remain so as long as you don’t give me any trouble.” I squinted, trying to make out who the voice belonged to. “Ah-ah-ah. Don’t want you to be able to pick me out of a line-up, now would we?” Using his free hand, he slipped the elastic to a blindfold behind my head and over my eyes. “Much better for that purpose, although, I do wish I could look into those pretty green eyes of yours. Now, let’s set a couple rules. One, you do what I say, without hesitation. You are tied up to the bed. If you do what I say, this whole experience will be much more pleasurable for you. If you resist, you’ll get punished and I’ll make you do what I want anyway. Two, you will not scream, or attempt to injure me in anyway. Remember, I’ve got your boyfriend tied up. Doing either one of these things will get him injured, if you piss me off enough, I might just stab him and leave you two tied up here. Do you understand?” As I listened to him go on, the direness of my situation really set in. …but everything was about to change
