The Fantasy: Part 2


We pulled back into the same driveway that I had pulled into earlier, after driving around for about 20 minutes. Chris drove into the parking lot, pulling into the parking spot next to my parked car. Dark now, a few lights were shining down on us as Chris put his truck into park.

As we had discussed online, Chris was the owner of this business, and he had told me it was empty and secluded at night. With it being a Friday night, the place would be empty for the weekend, although Chris said he may have other plans for us. It was difficult putting all your trust in a person you had met online, but I had checked him out thoroughly before agreeing to do this. I had to say I was enjoying myself so far.

Chris got out his truck and opened up the back door. I slid out as quickly as I could, my cuffed hands making it a bit difficult to navigate, but I made my way down and out of the truck with Chris helping me. He grabbed my arm, closed the back door, and walked me over to the passenger side door. He opened the door, grabbed my shoes and closed the door. He grabbed my arm again, and led me towards the building.

Once he reached the door, he let go of my arm, reached into his pocket and pulled out some keys. He unlocked the door, and said, “Go through.” As I made my way through the door, I entered into a lobby, my socked feet hitting the wooden floor. As he closed the door and locked it. I looked around. It was a nice area, with couches and a small front desk or reception area. To the left were three different doors, which seemed to be offices. To the right there was a double door which read, ‘Warehouse Entrance.’ In the back of the lobby was a glass wall, which looked outside to a garden in a courtyard area. It seemed to be some type of construction business.

Chris grabbed me by the arm and led to the last office on the left. He opened the door and pushed me slightly in. The office was moderate in size, with a desk in the back, with one chair behind and one in front. To the left on the wall was a piece of large white paper taped to the wall with a height chart written on it. Further to the right was a table next to an empty space. Chris led me to that area, placed me and told me, “Face the wall and don’t move.” Chris walked back to place my shoes on the desk.

As he returned, he came up behind me and grabbed onto my handcuffed hands. He began a more extensive search, starting again with my hoodie and working his way down. He had told me online that I was going to be subjected to many searches. As he made his way down to my waist, he undid my belt and removed it, causing my Levi’s to sag a bit. He placed my belt on the table next to us, then started feeling around my waist, placing his hands down my pants a little further than he had before. He removed his hands and started concentrating on my junk, throughly moving his hands around several times. He next focused on my butt, rubbing his hands around.

Next, he searched down both legs of my Levi’s, and kneeled on the ground when he was finished. He then moved onto my feet, searching the tops and making his way down. He spent a decent amount of time searching my black socks, and made me lift up on each foot so he could rub along the bottom of my feet. He had told me online that he had a sock fetish. After he was done, he lifted back to his feet and grabbed a key out of his pocket. He started unlocking my handcuffs, and as my left went free, he told me, “Place your hands on your head once each hand is free.” I placed my left hand on my head, and once he unlocked my right cuff, I placed that hand on my head as well. He grabbed my belt and walked behind the desk.

Once he was behind the desk, I turned around and started running. I made my way out the office door, and heard Chris shout, “Stop! Get back here now!” I kept on running into the lobby, and desperately searched for a place to hide. Seeing the the entrance to the warehouse, I decided to make my way in.

The warehouse was dark, with only scant light shining in from the outside. I looked for a hiding spot, there being plenty in the messy, disorganized work area. Finding a work bench, I made my way under it, trying to keep myself hidden as much as possible. Just as I was settled in, I heard the door to the warehouse open. “You better come out if you know what’s good for you,” he shouted. I kept quiet.

Just then, the lights of the warehouse turned on. ‘Crap!’ I thought. ‘I guess that’s one advantage of owning the building.’ I could hear Chris moving around slowly, apparently searching the many hiding in the warehouse. As his boots came into view, I bit my lip. Just then I heard the shout, “Get out of there, now!”

I slid slowly out of my hiding space, caught like a mouse. As the rest of Chris came into view, I saw he had a fake gun pointed at me. As I had finally came out of my hiding spot, he shouted, “Down on the ground, turn around and lie on your stomach.” I did as I was told, and Chris shouted, “Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs.” I placed my hands on my head and spread my legs as wide as I could.

Chris put his fake gun away and placed his knee on my back, causing me to let out a gasp. I heard his handcuffs case unbutton, and he roughly handcuffed my hands behind my back with the same cuffs he had used before. He then began administering my third search, rolling me from side to side to search the front of me. Once he searched the top half of me, he made his way down to the bottom. He grabbed my left foot, and I felt a cuff wrap around it. He repeated the same action with my right, and I realized he had placed a pair of legirons on my ankles.

“Since you want to run and try to escape, you’re going to have to be shackled from now on,” Chris told me. He started searching my socks again, lifting them up so he could search and rub them thoroughly. Once he was done was the search, he double locked both the handcuffs and the legirons. He grabbed onto my left underarm and said, “Up on your knees” as he started lifting me up. Once on my knees, he then lifted me up onto my feet. He grabbed my arm and started walking me out of the warehouse.

My shackles made a lot of noise on the cement floor of the warehouse as we walked. “Since you ran away, it looks like we’re going to have another charge to your record. With the parking tickets, we probably would have let you go from here tonight. However, now we’re going to have transfer you to the county jail tonight.” I looked down at my socked, shackled feet on the dirty warehouse floor. Of course this had been all part of the game, and I was growing even more excited to see what my jailor had in store for me.

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