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The Sales Lady
  • Author - Snapz  
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  • Site Rank - 363 of 2737
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  • Story Codes - F-m, non-consensual, bondage, kidnapping
  • Post Date - 12/26/2009
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A weekend afternoon, I was slightly hung over and wanted to sit and veg watching TV. The doorbell was the last damn thing I wanted to hear. I thought about asking whoever it was to simply go away. But then I saw her through the window.

Tall, taller than me, brunette with an unreal body, like something out of a comic book, I had rarely seen a woman this lusty. She was wearing a skin tight lycra sports suit, it made her body hum. She held in her right hand a large bag with some kind of company logo on it.

The sensual world of BDSM

I rushed to the door and opened it.

"Uh yes"

"Oh hello I'm Jan I represent real tough sportswear, I have some samples"

She raised the bag and continued.

"Mind if I dress you... in our product I bet you'll buy something!"

She smiled as I asked incredulous. "You're a sales...person"

"Yes I am"

She answered with a smile.

Not wanting to hesitate any further I asked her in, my manhood growing at once. My eyes followed her as she entered and placed her bag down on the ground near my couch.

"Now what sports are you into?"


I answered my eyes fixed on her.

"Oh perfect, I have a new suit specially designed for bikers to reduce drag and keep your legs and arms warm."

She handed me the think lycra suit, it had strange stitching and buckles hanging from it, but I did not care I just wanted to keep this girl here as long as I could.

"try it on?" She asked with a head tilt

"Uh yeah..give me minute."

I stepped around the corner into my kitchen and began to climb into the thing. It fit SNUG. The strange buckles hanged down from odd places and the crotch had peculiar stitching to it.

I returned with the outfit fully donned it covered my whole body expect my hands, feet, and head.

When I emerged I held up my arms as the straps and buckles hanged from the side and the arms, I chuckle as I approach her.

"It seems dumb now, but wait until I get ya fully strapped in you are going feel this suit and realize how it can make you rides so much better, but first the gloves and the boots."

She reached into her bag and produced a pair of lycra gloves and boots also with strange buckles and straps attached.

"Let me see your hands"

I present my hands to her with a smile as she slips the gloves on.

"Now the feet"

The same process as she bends down and slips the boots on.

"Okay now I'm going to adjust the straps, you only have to do this once then it is very very easy. Just stand straight your arms at your sides your feet together."

I obey smiling as her perfect body moves around me.

Her fingers work on the straps and the on buckles attaching them and cinching them into place. The web work takes her a few minutes she speaks as she fastens.

"Now this may feel a little snug but it will all make sense in a few minutes and remember you never have to do all this again."

The last thing she did was run a length of some type of twine of heavy string through a loop in the gloves and boots.

She stops stands back and slaps her hands to her side.

"Okay you ready?"

She asked as she stands behind me her hand latching onto a protruding strap on the back of the suit.

"Yep ready"

I answer oblivious.

With a hard tug she pulls and I feel the strange straps form a tight web like structure around me my arms are pinned to my side and my legs are forced together. With a click she releases that strap, the tension on the web like cocoon however remains. She then pulls slightly on the glove and boot twine this forces my hands behind my back and my feet together.

I stand there immobile trying my best to keep my balance she remains behind me.

"How the hell is this suppose to help me cycle?"

She remains silent as I hear her rummage through her bag behind me.

"Oh wait the most important part"

She says, her voice deeper somewhat.

She reaches over my shoulder to show me what is in her hand she stands behind me and lets it hang in front of my face. It was a latex bladder attached to leather square swath with buckles attached to the side. From the bladder a pump ball hung.

"What the hell is that?

I asked still in the spirit of things.

"It's something to stop you from screaming when I take you out of here. If someone heard you I might have to let you go and miss out on all the cash."


Before I could ask she shoved the bladder in my mouth and fastened the buckles behind my head. She then pumped the ball a few times causing the bladder to grow in my mouth. I tried to speak but could barely utter a sound.

She wrapped her arms around my body from behind and rested her chin on my shoulder.

"I'm a sales lady...but I don't sell sportswear. I'll sell hot young guys just like you. You are now helpless captured and enslaved soon to be sold."

At that moment I panicked I started to flail humorously in the suit which held me tightly and like a statue. I screamed into the inflated bladder in my mouth, only to have a low whimper escape it.

She held me from behind tightly and laughed as I squirmed.

"Maybe I'll keep you a few weeks to myself; you seem like a lot of fun"


My attempts to call for help were pointless I screamed over and over only to have it stifled beyond reason.

"Those gags are the best no one will hear you, I was worried you might scream before I could get it in, then I would have had a real problem. As it is now you are a text book capture."

I struggled uselessly.

"Easy boy you aren't going anywhere, well not yet, not until I take you. Just get comfortable, you are coming with me."

She held me firmly and let her hands glide up and down my body as she nibbled my earlobe.

Again I screamed and pulled as I awaited my fate, my destination and my life as a kidnapped male slave.

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Thursday, May 09, 2019  

That was one for the real brain sick idiots who believe pure nonsense!!!

Thursday, December 05, 2013  

Oooooooooooh Pallllll Leeeeez !!!

Thursday, January 07, 2010  

I just love female ties male stories.
more please.

Saturday, January 02, 2010  

My thoughts exactly. There's not enough
stories being wrote about males being kidnapped my women. Keep them coming.
Great story!

Sunday, December 27, 2009  

Another nice story by this author. F/m kidnapping is an interesting theme, one not explored enough by talented writers. Good plot, though I enjoyed the "My Fantasy" story much more! keep up the good work!

Sunday, December 27, 2009  

please continue this is the best iv read in a while

Saturday, December 26, 2009  


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