Most girls dream of being stolen away by some evil man, only to be saved by their hero… Their white knight… But in my dream, the hero never comes… But i sure do.
It’s late at night and I’m just back from some charity ball or other, dressed to the nines, tiara and all. I enter my room and as I’m about to turn on the light I feel a hand cover my mouth, the man presses a knife to my throat with his other hand and keeps the rough leather gloved hand over my mouth. I struggle but he lifts me off my feet and before I know it he has something stuffed into my mouth to gag me and he’s tying my hands behind my back. He binds my arms at my wrists and elbows and then wraps a rope around my head, holding in the gag.
He drops down and binds my legs together, as soon as I can no longer struggle he lifts me to my feet and into his car. He blindfolds me so I can’t see where we’re going and then we drive. Eventually we stop and he pulls me from the car, he carries me through a door and down some stairs before he drops me to the ground, I lay there and when he removes the blindfold I see that I’m in his dungeon. He wears a mask and a suit, but his jacket is off and his sleeves rolled up. “You’ve been very naughty, haven’t you princess?” I stare up at him and shake my head quickly, he nods and pulls out a knife. Within minutes my dress is in shreds, leaving me in only my underthings (white panties and stockings held up by garter belt with pink bows to match my pale pink corset) and the tattered shreds of my best dress. He lifts me off the ground then, and onto a table. He cuts the binding on my legs and arms and cuffs me spread eagle on the table, the gag comes out and even as I plead for my freedom I feel my arousal building.
“Hush princess, or I’ll have to punish you even more…” His voice is low and soft but the threat is real, I fall silent. He smiles and walks towards me, he ties the blindfold around my head again and I can hear him walking away. “Relax…” he says when he returns several moments later, and as soon as he finishes the word I cry out as I feel the pain of a sharp slap to my tit. He alternates sides for what feels like forever, my tears have dampened the blindfold but my arousal doesn’t fade. I’m limp as he turns me over, this time my feet are cuffed to the legs of the table as I’m bent over it. This time I know what to expect, but I still jump and cry out when I feel the pain of the paddle on my ass. This goes on for more than twice as long as before, and when it finishes my ass is burning and I am sobbing.

I hear the sound of his zipper being undone and I feel a lubed up finger probing my asshole, once I’m lubed up I feel his thick cock pushing into me. His pace is brutal, he slams into me and almost as soon as he pulls back he slams into me again. It doesn’t take long before I cry out, tensing and trembling with a humiliating orgasm. When I finally feel his hot cum fill me it sets off yet another orgasm. I’m a sticky, trembling mess as he unties me and carries me to his bed.
I feel cool ointment soothing my body as he hums softly to me, holding me close. “You’re mine now princess, aren’t you?” I nod slowly, my eyelids drooping “But just to be sure…” as he speaks I feel the cold of a metal cuff close around my wrist, he’s cuffed me to the bed. “I think I’ll keep you here a few more days, to make sure you mean it.”