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Diana's Plan
Tom was an engineer for a second-tier architectural firm. Mainly restricted to scoping out refurbishment for county or city bridges, a once promising career now was another 8 to 5 job. He now regretted never being married, there always seemed time enough for that. Now 42, he still enjoyed playing the field, but it was getting harder to find a field to play with. He was a handsome man, not overly good-looking, with a 6'1" frame and a slim, athletic build thanks solely to genetics prior to four months ago. He now worked out at the gym, not to increase strength but to get in better condition. It was working, he now weighed in at 185 lbs but it was lean muscle, not just a skinny build.
Diana also worked out at the gym. She was a 32 year old, powerfully built woman that used the weights at the gym to get stronger, not to tone her body. She was 5"9, around 160 lbs but not fat; she was as solid as a fire hydrant. A plain looking woman, she had married her ex-husband when they were just out of high school. She worked to put him through school, as an assistant at the local veterinary clinic while he went to the local university and got his degree in geophysics. After a couple of years working for a major oil company, he decided to strike out on his own. He was very successful and sold enough drilling prospects to make them both rich. As is often the case, money caught the eye of a younger, more attractive woman and divorce was inevitable. But, the divorce left Diana with their huge house and more than half the estate. She had no money worries. But her anger towards men was not soothed by money.
Tom had noticed many shapely women at the gym, and he had noticed Diana too. At one time he wondered whether Diana was actually a former man, for her breasts were small enough, considering her frame, to conceivably have been enhanced by hormone therapy. He quickly dismissed that thought as stupidly cruel, his male ego expecting every woman to have luscious curves and a nicely padded backside.
Diana had noticed Tom as well, his slim body moving from machine to machine. She decided that he was to be her conquest, in one fashion or another. She began to discreetly follow him from station to station in the weight room, carefully noting his capabilities on each machine. She had no plan yet, but she knew she wanted to be stronger than Tom on each machine.
Diana was a self-bondage practitioner, finding that she could satisfy herself to some degree, which up to now had been good enough. She had the usual assortment of leather straps, ballgags, harnesses, dildoes and ropes to play many games with herself. And she had the perfect basement to play in; her ex-husband had been in a band that played every once in a while, and the band needed a place to practice. So the basement was transformed into a sound-proof room for the band. It was now her personal dungeon, complete with a bondage horse and winches on timers. The washer and dryer were down here, but the twice-a-week maid paid no mind to the equipment, it wasn't really her business, she thought.
Despite the fact she needed no extra money, Diana worked once a week at the vet clinic just to keep in touch with the people that worked there; she also had access to a few pharmaceuticals at lunch, when everyone else was out. She took advantage of this opportunity.
A few weeks of working out the same nights led to idle chit-chat between them. After a few more sessions, Tom confided to Diana that he had put in his two week notice, but had no other job lined up. He wanted to take time off before embarking on a new career.
Nearly two weeks of heavy lifting left Diana figuring she could overpower Tom with sheer strength, so she decided to act. Tom was lifting nonchalantly as usual. Diana offered to "freshen up" his water bottle. She took his bottle to the water cooler and introduced a mild sedative into the cool water. Tom gratefully drank the water when he completed each weight station. After a few minutes Tom felt a little tired and told Diana that he thought he'd shower in the changing rooms and call it a night. After he left the room to go to the shower area, Diana quickly packed up and went to her SUV, and waited.
A few minutes later Tom came out and sleepily made his way to his car. She followed behind him at a distance that in his sedated state he would not notice.
He pulled his car into his driveway and parked in his garage. She waited until he was in the house and lights were on upstairs before she turned out her lights and backed her SUV into his driveway, stopping next to the path leading to the front door. She climbed into the back seat of the SUV and changed into a fully black lyrca outfit. While the outfit hugged her every nook and cranny, it was still not a sexy look for Diana. Black leather gloves completed the ensemble. She grabbed her "workout" bag and started up the path to the front door.
As she got to the door, she extracted a handheld stun device, holding it in her left hand and slightly behind her leg. As the lights began to go off downstairs, she waited until he was starting upstairs before ringing the doorbell. As she expected, in his mildly sedated state Tom opened the door without flicking the porch light on. Once the door was wide she pushed him backwards from the door into the entry. She then pulled out the stun device and shocked Tom and he fell to the ground. She then pulled a syringe from her bag, filled with a higher dose of the sedative, and injected Tom while he lay stunned. She closed the door, locked it and went to work.
She dragged him into the TV lounge at the back of his house. He was now out like a light. She turned on a small reading lamp in the lounge and then ran upstairs to turn on a light next to his bed, to give the neighbors the impression he was home. Well, he was, for the moment. She came back downstairs and began to strip him. In her excited state Diana was even stronger than she was aware, and lifting him to remove his clothes was easy. She took his clothes and put them in the "to-be-washed" basket in his laundry room. Finally, her attention turned to Tom.
Diana opened her bag and it was teeming with rope and duct tape, as she was unsure exactly restraint would be the best under the circumstances. But this had gone like clockwork, so she felt she could take her time and tie him up tightly and properly. Diana rolled Tom over on his back and began to loop a 20ft length of cotton clothesline around his ankles. She then cinched the rope tightly and tied it off in a double knot, the knot placed so that it was in the forward position, very difficult to reach. She then looped a length above, and another below, his knees and cinched the ropes again as tightly as she could, which given her strength was considerably tight. She then wrapped a rope around his waist, several times and pulled it through his crotch twice, once on either side of his balls, into a tight crotch rope.
It was then she stopped and noticed his cock. It was really not the point of this exercise, to have a dick at her beck and call, but it was an added bonus. She thought she might sit on it occasionally, once the capture was complete and he was safely stowed away in the basement. But he was going to be on the receiving end of most of the fucking that she had in mind.
She easily flipped him over onto his stomach and noted with pride just how immobile his legs were, they moved as one when Diana turned him over. She roughly crossed his wrists and wrapped another length of rope tightly, cinching the tie several times before tying off in the now familiar double knot. She then looped a length above his elbows and pulled as hard as she could to get Tom's arms unusable. Diana then wrapped the rest of the rope across the loops until the cinch was as taut as a guitar string. She tied the wrists firmly to the crotch rope to further immobilize her captive. She then pulled from her bag a leather blindfold that was buckled into place. The final piece of her kidnapping puzzle was her favorite - a 2" ballgag harness that she had tried out many times on herself. She was amazed how even though it seemed the ball was too big, eventually the ball could be wedged into place. She took her time working th ball back and forth until a "pop" was heard in Tom's mouth - the ball was firmly in place and no measurable sound would issue forth. Diana then greedily buckled her pride and joy into place, perhaps tightening a bit too hard for the journey, but she figured Tom would be asleep for most of the trip, if not all of it, anyway.
She grabbed a black ski mask out of the bag and slid it over her head. She then checked around to ensure no details were left to chance. Once she was satisfied nothing would point to her Diana zipped up the workout bag and took it to the front door. She then turned off the reading lamp and lifted her prisoner by the cinched elbows, standing him up. Again she was surprised just how strong she was as she easily hoisted Tom over her shoulder, his feet in front. She walked to the front door, casually picked up her bag, locked the front door and carried him to the SUV. She opend the backseat door and laid Tom across the back seat. She put he bag in the cargo area of the SUV and then fastened the seatbelts to her captive's bound body, ensuring no surprises on the trip back home.