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I was starting to become so confused, sometimes I wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't. He sent me a picture of himself and I was relieved to see that he wasn't an ogre, in fact, he was downright handsome. Course I was no princess so I was amazed when he liked the picture I sent him. Over the months we talked and talked, mostly over the computer, and then by phone. Cyber sex is one thing, but phone sex, OH MY GOD. It can be incredible. Just hearing a voice while you play with your toys, closing your eyes, pretending he's there with you. I'm wet just thinking about it.

Anyway, we had been talking for months and he suggested meeting in real life. I gave him every reason in the world why I couldn't meet him. He wanted me to leave my husband and come live with him and be his real life slave. I said he was crazy and there was no way I could do something like that. I had a family, I had a job, I had a life. I just couldn't. Well, needless to say, he didn't care what I said. He took it upon himself to help me through it. He always said he could tell what was best for me. And that's what led up to my abduction in the middle of the night.

He had it all planned out. He knew exactly when I got home from work every day. He knew none of my neighbors would be out at that time, and hubby would be sound asleep. It would be hours before anyone noticed I was not at home. And most importantly, I had my laptop with me. So there was no way anyone could find our emails or my stories. Or find out anything about the other life I was leading.

When I came to I was blindfolded and gagged, and I couldn't tell where I was. I couldn't move my arms or my legs. All I could here was my own heartbeat. I could tell I wasn't wearing any clothes because I could feel my skin touching something, but I couldn't tell if it was wood, or plastic, or what. I felt claustrophobic and started to panic, and as I attempted to thrash around, I could tell that I was in some type of box like container.

I tried to scream but with a gag, all that came out were odd animal like sounds. I couldn't hear the box open but I felt it, the change in air on my skin. Then I felt his touch on my breasts, just lightly over my nipples, then down my chest to my stomach. I couldn't hear a thing, and I realized I must have some sort of earplugs on. I was petrified. And then the box closed up and I was alone again.

I can't tell how long it was until he came back. But as soon as the box opened, I knew he would touch me, and this time, my body ached for it. As soon as his fingertips hit my skin, I tried to move into it, as they trailed down my chin and neck, around my nipples, down to my stomach and thighs. I could feel myself leaking fluid from my pussy and I didn't even know who this person was! What kind of sex-crazed slut was I?

I didn't care who it was, my body was craving some sort of stimulation. This being in a box, not seeing, hearing, feeling anything, was torture. And the feel of his fingers was pure pleasure. And then, just as I could feel myself getting close, the box closed. This went on for god knows how long. He would just barely touch me, letting me become more and more excited. And everytime it took less of his touch. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he opened the box and went right to my pussy. I felt him peel the lips back and I'm sure it was his tongue, flicking on my clit, pushing his tongue into my soaking wet cunt. I came almost immediately, my hips straining against the bindings, my breathing ragged as I tried to let loose. My muscles were jerking and spasming as I came and came and came. And then, the box closed. It took several minutes for me to calm down.

The next thing I remember is the box opening and 2 strong hands lifting me out and setting me down on the floor.

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