Out of Control by JMZ
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I always had the same dream. It happened the same way every time. It was as if my subconscious was trying to tell me something. As the years passed by I found the dream became more detailed in its aspects. I have always been the sort of man who took charge. In any situation I was looked upon to lead. This is what I was known for, I demanded respect. In contrast my recurring dream put in me in the opposite position.
It begins the same way every time. I wake from a peaceful XXXX to find my body completely incapacitated. White rope is wrapped over my aching limbs. The rope tightly grasps my wrists. The burn of the ropes is unbearable. My hands are reddened from the lack of circulation. My fingers begin to numb. No amount of resistance can free me from these binds.
My chest and arms are strategically wrapped together, making escape impossible. My hardened nipples bear the brunt of the ropes. I can feel my heartbeat increase with every useless wriggle. The muscles in my arms are sore and stretched. I cannot break free.
I look down to find my knees succumb to the same treatment. The rope is thoroughly wrapped four of five times over them. The hair on my legs is pulled and yanked by the creases of the rough rope. My legs are immobilized. The flesh on my legs protrudes out of the top of the rope where my knees are tied, matching the color of my hands.
My ankles are roped together as if they are one limb. My skin throbs from how tightly they are bound together. My bare feet wriggle uselessly. I have no clothes on and the air is cold, yet I am incredibly aroused. What does this mean?
With my body restrained beyond escape, I try to utilize the tool that has served me well over the years. I begin to scream, but nothing whimpering sounds and faint grunts escape my lips. Wrapped cruelly around my head and mouth is duct tape. I can smell the adhesive from the tape. I can feel my lips stretched together and the hair on my face pulled in different directions. I realize the gravity of my situation and the struggle begins.
I fight hard against the ropes. Every toss and flip of my body seems only to make the ropes tighten. The bed squeaks loudly as I bounce my bound and gagged body helplessly over it. I hastily attempt to reach my tied ankle, but it is no use. Grunts and MMppphhhs are the only sound than can escape my sealed lips. To no avail I once again begin wiggling my feet hoping to loosen the binds. I foolishly clench my fists hoping to pry my wrists free with my own strength. It is no use, I cannot break free.
Just as it is every time with this dream, my eyes focus on the doorknob as it begins to turn. Just as the door opens I suddenly wake up never to discover my captor. In my woken state I can still fell the remnants of the rope and tape. Who is this person in my dream? Why are they doing this? I may never know.
The end