Delightfully Evil, Part One SeXStoRY

(Been awhile since I've written a DiD story, hope you like it!) We were walking into the parking lot after the opera. It was a fun and unexpected night. The gentleman whose arm I was hanging on surprised me earlier in the day by asking if I would like to come with him. The person he was going to go with had to take a pass. We noticed each other in a Caribou Café. I normally never go in, but a few weeks I wanted an iced tea while on my break. The bar was crowded but this guy took his briefcase of the stool and invited me to sit. We immediately started talking and found similar interests. After a couple more chance meetings there, we made it a thing to have a tea every Friday for fifteen minutes while on our breaks. He was older than me by a few years, but he was very interesting and well…handsome. So, of course, I said yes to the ticket. Since we had gotten to know each other, he made a simple request. Knowing that I was into Asian cultures, and that I had certain Asian fashions in my closet…he asked that I dress up in my black ao dai, the one with a high slit on either side. And heels. When he asked, his chin was in hand, giving me an odd smile. It was nice, I liked it, but…there was something else about it that was unsettling. I showed up to the opera wearing the ao dai. The collar nice and stiff on my neck, reminding me of other types of collars I like to wear. The heels made a little bit taller, now I was 5’ 3” instead of just 5’. My hair was slicked back, looking almost black. I put a cheap, but nice-looking comb in my hair. I had my small purse that just held the essentials. He was standing there with that same smile. Looking very handsome in an all black suit and red tie. Because of the heels, I didn’t feel so small compared to him…over 6’ and built like a football player. He offered his arm, I took it and inside we went. Just before going in, I briefly touched my collar, having an insane thought of him putting a leather collar on my neck, making it tight. I got a little red and took a breath. He chuckled as if he knew…. After the opera and a champagne toast (he was a benefactor of the opera, I was surprised to learn), we walked out. It was late and he offered me a ride home. I thought about it for a moment and said sure. It was a lovely evening, he was handsome, if older, and I did like him. Another insane thought came through of being gagged by him. I took his arm, he chuckled knowingly, and we walked to his car. The thing that nagged me was that he seemed to know my thoughts. But I NEVER talked about that part of my life, my online persona and sometime real life adventures as Suzy…the submissive and bondagette. Still, if things worked out right over the next couple of weeks he might get to know, perhaps…. We stopped in front of a van that was next to a Lexus. I looked at the van, thinking how it was out of place. But I like vans. Especially vans with no windows. A perfect k**nap vehicle. I’ve always been a sucker for the k**nap fantasy. I gasped when he unlocked the sliding door and threw it open. There was carpet on the floor. I poked my head in and saw something in the darkness, not quite sure what the little pile was. I jumped when he touched the small of my back. He coughed into his fist, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.” I waved it away, “Don’t worry about it, I was just…is this really yours? I thought…” “Oh, my car is in the shop and this is from my fleet. Not exactly the horse-drawn carriage, is it?” I laughed, “No, but better than a cab. Besides, I kinda like vans.” “I know.” “What?” “Nothing. Here, let me help you in. The passenger door appears to be stuck.” I took his hand and entered the van. As he entered, he accidently hit my hand and my purse dropped to the floor. I knelt down on one knee, exposing my leg, hoping he would notice. I smiled and started to straighten up, a small smile on my face as- My arm was twisted behind me and his hand clamped over my mouth. I reached up to try and pull it off. Screaming into his hand to let me go, struggling, writing against him. I tried to jab him with my elbow. It was like hitting rock and he just chuckled. An evil chuckle. The kind that makes a girl afraid and excited at the same time. I struggled harder. I was being k**napped, not time for enjoyment!!! I jabbed again and tried biting his hand. I even tried to scratch him. He put pressure on my arm, pulled my head back and whispered in my ear, “Now, don’t me make use the chloroform. Do you really want me to do that to you…Suzy?” I went very still. Suzy. He just called me Suzy! Oh, fuck me…how did he- He chuckled again, “It took me awhile to figure it out after we first met. Once I started following you and saw you buying gear in that boutique, watching the lights in your apartment as you did your little self-bondage routine. I guess I could’ve shown up…but I like I this way better. And I think you like it, too.” “Mafffole.” He tsked, “Asshole? Come, come, Suzy. Anyway…no screaming when I take my hand away, or else you get the cholorform, understand?” I nodded and his hand went away. He slowly let my arm down from the smallof my back but he was still holding it tightly. I looked at him, so angry, saying nothing. “Oh, such an angry face…” “Shut up!” He shrugged, “Don’t be so mean, Suzy.” “I’ll be whatever I want you stupid, stalker, pervert asshole! Now, let me go!” His face grew stern, causing me to look away. Hands in my lap. I forgot how big he was. I was a little bit scared. He pointed to my wrists, “Put them behind your back.” “P-please. Let’s not do this, o-“ “Now.” The order was harsh. My hands instinctively went behind my back, as a good submissive would do. I closed my eyes. What was I doing? I started to bring my hands back, but he was too quick. The cuffs clacked over each wrist. He made them very tight. His voice was in my ear again, whispering, “Too tight?” “Take them off…” “No.” I shivered. Looking down. His arm came across my shoulders, “Stick out your legs, Suzy. Straight.” I leaned on his arm as I straightened out my legs. He placed me against the wall of the van. I looked away, biting my lower lip. Scared. Suddenly, his hands were pushing the skirt of the ao dai up my legs. My eyes went wide as I hitched in a scream, he was going to- His hand covered my mouth. My chest was heaving. Fearful. His other hand made a shushing gesture and then he picked up the ankle cuffs. His hand slowly left my mouth. He put the cuffs on. Tightly. His hand slowly moved up my leg. Strong, but gentle. Up my shin. Past my knee. On my thigh. I closed my eyes and but my lip again. His had stopped just under my bottom. I couldn’t stop shaking. It was wrong, I was being k**napped, and his hand on me felt good. My eyes still closed, I whispered, “You fucking bastard…I hate you…” “Yes, I know you do. You quite often hate people making you feel good.” Closing my eyes tighter, “Just stop.” He patted my leg, “Sorry.” He put me on my knees. He went behind me and felt him putting a chain on my ankle cuffs and then attatching it to my wrist cuffs. It was tight and wouldn’t give me any motion. I was secured. I looked down. Hate. So much hate for him. With tendrils of excitement. I hated that even more. Hated being scared. Hated this whole thing. Hating how excited I was getting. It was as if I didn’t care if I was goignto behurt. r**ed. Murdered. Hating this all so much! Angry and talking through teeth while looking at my knees, “If you wanted me. You could’ve had me. If it was you that came through the door, I would’ve been happy. I would’ve let you. Given myself to you. Especially when…when…” “Especially when you were desperate to be touched…” Whispering, “Fuck you…why this way? Why didn’t you...why didn’t you come…why k**napping me…why…you’re scaring me…why are you doing it this way? Why didn’t you…” I let my voice trail off. I didn’t want him to have that satisfaction. I didn’t want him to hear me say…why didn’t you come and rescue me? He lifted my chin up. His face stern, but softened up somewhat. He looked into my eyes and gave me that unsettling, small smile. He brought up the ballgag. I looked at with my eyes and sighed. Too tired and he knew it. “Open your mouth.” I averted my eyes. “Now, Suzy.” I did nothing. Passive resistance. He cupped my chin, “Suzy. Cholorform.” I opened my mouth. I let the ball in. He pushed it past my teeth. The straps were cruel on the corners of my small mouth. The ball filled everything. I whimpered. My tiny fists clenched. Looked back up at him. Angry. Suddenly very angry and yelled into the gag straining my body forward, wanting to attack. He blinked as I yelled into the gag again, “MAFFOLE!!! MMMMPPPHH! MM!! MM!!!! MHWY! MWHY!” Breathing hard, demanding an answer. Why k**nap me? Why! Asshole! Why!?!?! All my strength suddenly just left. My body sagged. I started to fall over to my side. He caught me and gently laid me down on my side. I felt his hand come between the carpet and my cheek. He turned my head so I was looking at him. “You want to know why?” I slowly blinked and nodded wearily. Trapped, scared and thrilled. My ao dai seemed to be too tight and I hated that feeling. I closed my eyes for a moment. He was patient and waited. I opened them and nodded into his hand again. When you could have had me, why did you choose to k**nap me? My captor nodded back, leaned into my face and whispered in his low voice. His other hand resting on my side, “I have to be true to my nature, Suzy.” I shook my head, I didn’t understand. He gave that smile again. Patted my side. Chuckled that hatefully seductive chuckle. “I am first and foremost… He leaned in closer. Noses almost touching. “Always have been and always be…” Both hands cradling my face. “And to put quite simply…” Kissing my forehead, then glaring into my eyes. “A villain.” (END OF PART ONE)

Delightfully Evil, Part Two SeXStoRY

The ride seemed to take forever. I squirmed so that I could see the back of his seat. I watched the city lights give way to the highway lights. After awhile, the van slowed down and things got darker. He was definitely taking me out of the city…somewhere, obviously secluded. My body stopped listening to me. It gave up. I was limp after struggling to turn around. My legs and arms gradually began to relax, to fall to the side, useless. I had strained so hard against the wrist cuffs that my hands were shaking on their own. I was sore. I wanted so badly to stretch, but the cuffs and chains wouldn’t let me. The gag filled my mouth. I was trying hard not to drool. I closed my eyes, so tired. I pushed against the ball with my tongue. Used the tip to follow the curve. Making little noises. Framing my lips around the gag. Feeling hazy and numb, a bit content…yes, give up, no control, give up, give up, give up and feel warm and cont- My eyes shot open. What the hell was I thinking!?!?!? Who knows what this asshole is going to do to me!!! I quickly looked up and into the rearview mirror. He was looking back at me, smirking… “Mmmukooomaffol…” “Such, language, Suzy. We really need to do something about that mouth of yours….” The van slowed to a stop. It was very dark. I heard him walk around the van, slowly. Lightly tapping the van every few feet. Finally, the panel door opened. He climbed in and kneeled next to me. He ran one hand down the side of my body. Very slowly. Caressing. Barely touching. Just enough to make me shiver. His hand slid over my waist, onto my bare leg. His hand went to the back of my thigh and came up just under the curve of my bottom. He left it there, thumb gently moving in small circles. Closing my eyes and shivering. Whole body taut. Small whimpers. Feeling so confused…no, please no, oh god cup my cheek, please, oh god why, someone help me, I don’t want to like this…please… My throat started to hitch. I hate myself. I hate the way he’s making me feel. Scared, excited and conflicted. I screamed “no” into the gag. Clenched my eyes. Expecting the anger of a rapist. Expecting to be hurt. Body convulsing in fear… His hand is gone. No longer touching me. His voice in my ear, soothing. Stroking my hair. Telling me not to have fear. I feel the chain loosen, no longer in the makeshift hogtie. The relief was orgasmic. I feel the ankle cuffs fall off. My eyes can’t open. I think…I think I’m going to faint. His arms are under me, lifting me. I’m like a doll in his arms. I feel his vast chest. My legs just drop over his arm. My head falls into his shoulder. Fading, wanting to fight, but my body won’t listen to me; it’s giving up. He sets me down on my feet. He has me by the waist and lifts my chin so I look into his face. So tired. “Suzy…not like your online games and self-bondage routines now is it?” I shake my head. “Can you walk?” I shake my head and my knees give. But he has me, I don’t fall. He caresses my face and suddenly I’m in the air. Over his shoulder. Looking down at the driveway. I feel the night air for the first time. It feels good. But I’m still groggy, dizzy, tired… I look to the side and see the very large house we are about to enter. I lift my head and look down the driveway, to the street that seems so far away. My eyes roll back into my head and I pass out. (an hour later) I wake up. My jaw hurts and I lift my hands to my mouth. They are cuffed in front of me. Leather cuffs, with felt lining. The gag is gone. I am laying on a divan in a dark room. I can see stone walls. Three walls have a door, the fourth has a stairway going up. Gear and all sorts of items are all over the place. Gags, harnesses, whips, floggers, ropes, chains…everything an equipped dungeon should have. I sit up and realize thirsty I am. And just as I am thinking of it, he comes down the stairs. Glass in hand. The bastard is smiling as he hands me the glass of water. I sip at it. Glaring at him. Eye brow arched and arms crossed, “Now, what do you say, Suzy?” “Go fuck yourself.” He chuckles and sits in the chair facing the divan. Crosses his leg and looks at me while I continue to sip from the glass. “Such a mouth. Anyway, I have a proposition for you. Well, it’s not as if you have a choice, but it is an opportunity.” “Go. Fuck. Yourself.” Another chuckle, “Here’s how you will be able to get free: it is now 3am, Saturday morning and if you can last from now until noon on Sunday, I will let you go.” “And what’s the catch…asshole…” He coughed into his fist, “I will do my best, without actually having sex, to pleasure you. To give you the pain and pleasure you love to hate and that you so desperately need and want…until you ask me to…be your devoted Master.” “Lame. Oh, yeah, I forgot…you’re an asshole, too.” The smile disappeared, “I think you have forgotten the gravity of your position Suzy.” “That’s not my real name. You know what it is. Use it. Shithead.” Standing up, returning my glare, “No. Not unless you become my submissive. Only until you give up this c***dish act of yours. You get your real name when you become what you truly are. You can have orgasms, pain, humiliation, whatever you want from me from now until noon on Sunday, but unless you give yourself to me, ask me to be your Master…you are nothing but a shell…is that what you want to be come Sunday?” Looking up, getting angry, so angry, “You talk like you have breeding, but you’re really just gutter trash! You fucking k**napped me! Let me go you fucking poser! You fucking-“ He slapped the glass out of my hands. I watch it, horrified as it breaks on the stone floor. His hands grab my arms roughly and I bring my hands, palms open. I am jerked to my feet, lifted off the floor, his furious eyes just in front of me. My eyes go wide, my jaw drops, I’m about to say sorry… He drops back into the chair, taking me with him. I flip in the air and come down on his lap. I feel the ao dai yanked up. I start to turn my head, but he grabs my hair and pulls my head back. …ohgodohgodfeelsgoodthepainiwantitohgodohgod… My arms shoot forward, straining against the cuffs, fingers splayed. Eyes roll back, moaning. SMACK! Harsh, sharp pain melting into warmth. SMACK! I scream. SMACK! But I don’t struggle. SMACK! …pullharderonmyhairhitmehitmehitme… SMACK! Almost burning. It hurts. My mouth is wide open but no sounds are coming out. SMACK! …ohithurtsnowithurtsitreallyhurts… SMACK! He just jerked my head back again. …yesyeysyesyesyesyes… SMACK! I can’t take it anymore. SMACK! “Please…” SMACK! “Stop, oh please-“ SMACK! “Pleaseohpleasepleasestop!” SMACK! Tears in my eyes. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The words just come forward. SMACK! I scream. SMACK! I can’t hold it in… SMACK! …sayitsayitsayitsayit… “I’M…I’M…I’M BAD!” He stopped, my ass is so hot, stinging. Trembling. “Suzy…” “I’M B-B-BAD!” “Suzy, say it all or I keep spanking you.” I cover my face in my hands. “Suzy…my hand is raised…” I clench my fists. Clench my eyes. “Suzy…” “I’M BAD! I’M A NAUGHTY GIRL!” Whispering into my ear, “Not quite what I wanted, but good enough. For now.” Shaking, crying, loving the pain, I can’t stop saying it, “I’m a naughty girl…very naughty…very bad…” “I know. You are.” I shake my head, “No, you don’t know how bad I am…” “Oh?” Tears coming down my face, “..so bad, I’m so naughty…” Stroking my head, speaking softly, “Tell me…” I nod, and I look to the floor, the pain almost overwhelming. “Tell me Suzy…tell me why you are bad…” I bite my lip and whisper, “Because you’re an asshole.” SMACK! (END OF PART TWO)

Delightfully Evil, Part Three SeXStoRY

Shuddering. Feeling so much heat on my bottom. Hurts so bad. …hurts so good… “Can you stand up, Suzy?” I can’t even answer. I’m doing everything I can not to sob. My face is in my hands, I can feel how red my face is. I start to sniffle. I hate this. Ihate how this makes me feel…so ashamed, so humiliated, so… …so bad, so naughty, yes… I just shake my head. I can’t do anything. Gently, he turns me over. I look up into his face and then away. I bring my tiny, cuffed fists under my chin. He lifts me up in his arms. Big strong arms. I close my eyes and try not to think about that. I don’t want to lean into his chest, head nooked into his shoulder. The anger starts to come back. Angry at how I’m feeling. “A-asshole.” “Shush.” He lays me down on the divan. Carefully. I lay on my side, it hurts too much to put any pressure on my cheeks. I glare up at him. He gives me that superior smile. I so want to kick him in the balls… “Roll over, on your stomach.” “And if I don’t?” The smile disappears, “Now.” His look tells me that there are worse things than being k**napped, tied up and spanked. I slowly roll over watching him the whole time. My legs aren’t tied. I could probably get in one good kick and run for it. “So angry. You are so angry.” “I hate you.” “Of course you do.” He walks away to one of the walls. I watch him walk by a series of riding crops hanging off of hooks. He caresses one. I tremble a little. A trill of fear goes through me. But he continues on. He pulls a black scarf off the wall and dr**es it over his shoulder. He turned back, smiling. Shakes a finger at me, “I know that look. You’re up to something. Going to kick me?” I blink and he laughs, “Suzy, you aren’t the first one I’ve ever k**napped…” He comes back to me. Slowly. Pulling the scarf off of his shoulder, making me watch it, wondering. I suddenly realize I am pulling on my cuffs a little. The tension is a little much for me. “Hands and knees, Suzy.” I look up and shake my head. “Please.” I can’t make my mouth work, just shake my head. Stern, “Now.” I whisper, “No.” He grabs me by my hair, twisting my head to face him. Pulling up. The pain is one I like, he knows it. Pulling harder and up and I whimper. I start to raise up onto my knees. …controlling me… He lets go as I am on my cuffed hands and knees. He steps out of my sight, behind me. I look back and he roughly clenches my chin in his hand. He thrusts my chin up, “If you are going to be a bratty princess, you might as well look the haughty part.” He steps back. I continue to look forward, chin up and out. After a moment he leans in and growls, “Continue to look forward. Do NOT disobey me this time.” I stay there. Perfectly still. Trying not to tremble. Slowly, one end of the scarf is dangled in front of me. It comes to my face. I close my eyes as I feel the cold silk going against my cheek. I almost forget the pain. When I open my eyes, I see his arms framing my vision. He has the scarf by both ends. The scarf is lowered under my chin. He guides it to my collar before gently pulling it up, so I can feel the smoothness on my neck. He pauses for a moment. The scarf is very gently pulled to my exposed neck. It is pulled tighter. Slowly. Feeling the pressure on my neck. Very gentle, but steady. I close my eyes. My lips part a little. I’m breathing heavily. The scarf pulls on my neck. Wonderful silk on my neck. The scarf pulls my neck back a little more. …tighter, oh please make it tight, tighter… Suddenly it falls from my neck. I open my eyes. The pain comes searing back to me. I clench my fists again. I get angry again…tricking me, like that! He whispers harshly into my ear again, “Close your eyes. Now. If you pull this off, then you will be in a very bad place with me.” I obey. And I feel the silkiness come over my eyes. The scarf is pulled tight and the knot is harshly done. The silk covers my eyes. I feel it over my eyebrows. Just to the bridge of my nose. I can’t see anything. After a moment, I hear him walk away. Up the creaky stairs. My head follows the sounds of his movements until he is gone. After some time. I get irritated. “Jerk! Where are you?” Nothing, “Hey! Asshole!” The room is very quiet. I can hear the hum of air through the vents. But not much else. So quiet. “Where are you?” No sounds. Just silence, my blindness and uncertainity. After what seemed like forever, I bit my lip. Quietly, “Hey. C’mon. This isn’t funny, none of this is funny.” More time passed. Alone. I hate being alone. Whispering, “Please come back.” His voice came down the stairs, “Say it again.” My mouth opened then shut. “By the way, you are in the dark. Alone.” Trembling, “I don’t like that, this, any of this. Don’t be mean.” “Suzy…blind and all alone…” Lonely. I’m in the dark. Alone. In pain. I don’t want to cry… Kindly, “Just say it again, Suzy.” I can barely speak, it barely comes out, “Please come back.” I’m not sure but it sounds like he’s running. As I hear him come closer, I raise up on my knees. Hands splayed, arms thrust out in front of me, seaching. He stops for a moment and then I feel his hands on me, on my shoulders. My hands curl into fists and I pound his chest with them. As hard as I can. “Hateyouhateyouhateyouhateyou!” He hugs me, pulls me in. I resist and try to pull back. He just holds me there. My head falls to his chest, I lose my strength. I sag against him. Wanting to cry. Wanting to hurt him. Hating the safe feeling that I have. …why didn’t you come to me, my apartment, hold me like this, where were you, this is what I want, why didn’t you come, why why why… His hand is caressing my head, speaks softly to me, “I’m sorry…this won’t happen again…” He places me back on my hands and knees. I don’t even care. So exhausted. So spent. I feel my ao dai pulled up over my bottom again. I feel off center, like I want to fall over. The pain is finally overriding everything else. I feel faint. I suddenly smell lavender. My favorite scent. There’s a sudden, wet coolness on one cheek. A gentle rubbing. The fire, the pain slowly goes away as more lotion is carefully rubbed in. He moves to my other cheek. More lavender. More coolness. More comfort. His hands are so gentle… “OK, you’ve had enough tonight. Time for bed. I am going to lead you to your cell. Here, get up on your knees and I’ll help you to your feet.” I get on my knees. I reach forward. My hands find his chest. I hit him. No strength in it. But he stops. I crane my head up, knowing I can’t see him, but I want him to see me. “I hate you.” “I know.” “Do you?” “Yes. But there’s more to it than that with you.” I hit him again, “Shut up. Hate you. I hate you so much.” “I understand my bratty princess. Let’s go. You need to sl**p.” I let my hands drop. My head drooped down. I clasp my hands together. His hand is on my elbow and I gently pull it away. I raise my head defiantly. “Suz-“ “Carry me.” He made a surprised sound, ‘What?” I pouted, “Carry me. I want to be carried to bed. I want you to carry me.” A chuckle, “What’s the magic word?” “Now.” After a moment, when I thought I went to far, he lifted me up. I let it happen. I let him hold me. And against my own will and wishes, my head found its way to his shoulder. My body went limp. Hating that I wanted this, hated that I was liking it. I fell asl**p before we got to my cell. (end of Part Three)