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Oscar had a plan. Trapped inside his house due to the coronavirus-19, Oscar had kept a weather-eye upon the traffic on his street as women of all shapes and sizes ran and bicycled past his abode.
A hermit by nature, Oscar didn’t realize the busy metroplex had been locked down until a week into the pandemic. But the spring sun had worked its magic on that ancient reproductive part of his brain and the natural grace of the women as they exercised mesmerized him. He needed to get laid. Even if he had to take extreme measures.
Oscar also had a secret. He was an admirer of transwomen, so he was stunned when he realized one of the older women cyclists that burned past his house each day was a g u r l.
Long silver hair with highlights of red-blonde streamed behind her in the wind as she rode. She seemed to have several different velocipedes and rarely rode the same bike twice in a row. Her sculpted legs moved with an easy pace and she rode the bikes as skillfully as a true equestrian guides a horse.
Oscar’s house sat on the crest of a little hill with a curvy street, but the woman rarely slowed her pace as she raced past. He could hear the chic-music playing on an audio speaker as she rode past. He could smell her perfume and pheromones in her wake. Her bewitching blue-green eyes sparkled with the thrill of the ride above her custom-made ‘Starry Night’ mask. Budding boobies bounced as she rode, the nipples hard and pointed through the fabric of her shirt.
Oscar’s plan was simple. He bought some carpet tack-strips --- thin wooden sticks slathered in sharp tacks used to lay new carpet --- and spray painted them grey. He waited until he could see her distinctive lights flashing upon the crest of the far hill as she peddled towards him. He set the spikes in the curve where she couldn’t see them and retreated into his garage.
Luna’s eyes went wide as she espied the strips. She barreled into them and amazingly avoided most of them until the last strip caught her front tire as she swerved to avoid more strips. The rubber made a loud pop and she herded her machine into the curb and laid it into Oscar’s yard.
The big man smiled, lowered his face mask and came running out of the open garage and towards the transwoman who was trying to restrain her tears.
“Ma’am, ma’am, are you okay?” said Oscar
“Yes, but there is no way to patch that and I am MILES from Mid-Towne,” she said. “I wish people would quit kicking trash into the bike lanes.”
“I’m Oscar,” he said, pulling his long sleeve shirt over his gray, spray-painted wrist as he waved at her.
“Luna,” she said, flashing the covid-19 approved Vulcan greeting. He could tell she was smiling beneath the mask. Her eyes turned from green to blue as she spoke, the anger leaving her voice.
“Hmmm it’s a LONG walk to a bike shop here in the suburbs,” she said looking at her phone.
Luna had friends and family that could help her, but everyone was unavailable and as they were all working, she didn't want them to risk their livelihoods to rescue her.
“You know, I might have a tire that size on my old bike down in the basement,” said Oscar . “But I can’t get back into the room where I stored it last fall. I think you might be able to squeeze through the box piles to get to it. I’m remodeling the upstairs and had to store stuff.”
Luna hesitated, her first thought was about the deadly virus and breaking quarantine. She had been very careful in fact avoiding all unnecessary shopping trips to the grocery/department stores.
Oscar laughed and explained about his hermit tendencies, thus easing Luna’s mind. One room? Not even a living area? That might be safe if they kept their distance. She could swap out tires, use her emergency inflator in her backpack and return to Mid-Towne.
“You can just bring me a replacement later,” Oscar said. As you can see, I need to get that bike out anyway and this is a good opportunity.” He patted his bulging belly.
Luna took off her backpack and secured her phone within. She chained and locked her pink racing bike to a tree. She undid the chin-latch of her pink leopard print helmet and followed Oscar as he led the way through the path that snaked between piles of household furniture. Oscar opened the door to the cellar and Luna ducked as she entered the narrow, dank stairwell.
She could see the silhouette of a bicycle tire through the path at the far end of the room. Luna took about three steps forward before Oscar made his move. He roughly shoved the transwoman to the left as she descended the stairs.
Catching her in mid-stride he used his mass to push her to the left and into a room where he slammed a huge oaken door trapping them within. He heard the lock click as he reached for a set of handcuffs hanging on the wall to subdue his prey.
Surprised by the attack, Luna had nonetheless seen Oscar lunge towards her in the mirror of her bicycle helmet so she had a split second to prepare herself for the fall.
The helmet fell off her head as she struggled to her feet but she caught a glimpse of Oscar approaching with the cuffs. Knowing she had no time to turn around, Luna backed into Oscar, getting within his large arms. Grabbing the arm holding the cuffs she pinned it between her own massive bicep and boob and rolled her hips, sweeping a surprised Oscar to the hard concrete floor.
She made sure her body weight was on Oscar’s solar plexus as they fell and Luna was rewarded with a whoosh of stale air smelling of coffee Oscar was gasping for air and writhing in agony. The pain was excruciating.
Calmly Luna wrested the cuffs from Oscar’s grasp and slammed one on his wrist making the device lock. She grabbed one of Oscar’s thick fingers and bent it backwards, inflicting further pain upon Oscar who was catching his breath, but still gasping.
“On your knees, hands behind your head and cross your ankles,” Luna said evenly, applying more pressure on the finger. Oscar compiled. Luna quickly slapped the other cuff on his wrist and pushed him head first onto the floor.
She found a lightswitch and the dark vanished, revealing a dungeon worthy of a bad fictional story. Luna reached down and grabbed the cuffs by the chain. She yanked her prisoner to a couch that was constructed with convenient leather restraints, threw him on his back and secured his ankles to the corner restraints, leaving him spread-eagled.
Picking up her helmet, she glared at her captive.
“You stay right there,” she said. “I’m going to go get my backpack and call the police.” She raced up the stairs.
Luna knew better than to leave Oscar unattended until the cops arrived so she lugged her backpack down into the dungeon before retrieving her phone. Oscar was crying.
“Wait,” he sobbed, “I’ll pay you.”
Luna stared at him, not comprehending what Oscar was proposing.
“What?”
“I’ll pay you anything you want,” he said. Then softly, almost inaudibly he whispered, “Mistress.”
Luna thought about her rent and then gave Oscar an evil smile.
“Agreed,” she said.
“There is a deposit bag full of cash beneath this couch,” said Oscar. Luna found the bag, collected a grand and replaced it.
She put her phone back into the pack and pulled out a small lock blade knife. The razor sharp steel made little work of Oscar’s old worn clothes and soon he was naked with his cock standing at attention.
“I think we will talk about monetary compensation later,” she said. “I’ve been locked down too long and it looks like you may have a solution for that.”
Luna found the lube and liberally applied it to Oscar’s dick. She stripped off her leggings and pulled her thong to the side as she mounted him.
The excitement had heightened her sexual anxiety and the cock DID feel so good inside of her. Luna discovered that being in control as a woman was intoxicating and she reveled in Oscor’s facial expression as she took her pleasure from him.
Luna sprayed her cum all over his stomach, chest and face before climbing down from her ride, leaving Oscar splattered in semen and his shiny lube-covered dick hard and leaking.
Her lust satisfied, Luna's mind turned to her immediate problems. She had broken quarantine. Her bike still had a flat and she was a long way from Mid-Towne.
Not to mention the probable outcome of her recent If the cops WERE called, she knew who they would believe --- the homeowner. Luna went to her pack, found a joint and lit it.
As she sucked the sweet smoke into her body, she espied the teddy bears tucked into the cabinets or shelves throughout the room.
“Slave?” she said.
“Yes Mistress,” said a subdued Oscar.
Her heart skipped as a terrible, but practical idea seized her. She went to her pack and grabbed the quirt she kept for dogs. She squeezed back into the capris and approached the now scared slave upon the couch.
Luna slipped the quirt on her wrist and began stroking Oscar’s skin with the soft leather.
“Now, those teddy bears are cameras aren’t they perv?” she said. “So where is the recording device?”
“No Mistress I would never re--”
WHACK! The quirt landed on his balls, leaving a welt.
“YEEES, YES YES they are!” wailed Oscar. Between sobs he told her where the computer was located and Luna found the device still recording. She stopped the machine.
“Here is the deal,” Luna said. “I think you just suffered a case of lockdown anxiety when you tried to a***** me. Right?”
“Oh yes yes yes. Thank you, thank you.”
WHACK!
“MISTREEES! I meant ‘thank you Mistress!’ ”
“That’s better. I think I should just stay here until this lockdown is over. No reason to stay solitary now right? And you can pay to have my bike fixed too. I have always sort of fantasized about owning a sex-slave of my own. What do you say Oscar?”
“Yes Mistress let this slave worship you,” he said, knowing that his life had just changed forever.
“I think I shall call you Worm,” Luna said, secretly glad that she would be sharing the final weeks of lockdown with another warm body. “Now Worm, did
I say you could lie there with a hard on?”
Worm winced as he heard the sound of the quirt slashing through the air and headed towards his erection….
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A hermit by nature, Oscar didn’t realize the busy metroplex had been locked down until a week into the pandemic. But the spring sun had worked its magic on that ancient reproductive part of his brain and the natural grace of the women as they exercised mesmerized him. He needed to get laid. Even if he had to take extreme measures.
Oscar also had a secret. He was an admirer of transwomen, so he was stunned when he realized one of the older women cyclists that burned past his house each day was a g u r l.
Long silver hair with highlights of red-blonde streamed behind her in the wind as she rode. She seemed to have several different velocipedes and rarely rode the same bike twice in a row. Her sculpted legs moved with an easy pace and she rode the bikes as skillfully as a true equestrian guides a horse.
Oscar’s house sat on the crest of a little hill with a curvy street, but the woman rarely slowed her pace as she raced past. He could hear the chic-music playing on an audio speaker as she rode past. He could smell her perfume and pheromones in her wake. Her bewitching blue-green eyes sparkled with the thrill of the ride above her custom-made ‘Starry Night’ mask. Budding boobies bounced as she rode, the nipples hard and pointed through the fabric of her shirt.
Oscar’s plan was simple. He bought some carpet tack-strips --- thin wooden sticks slathered in sharp tacks used to lay new carpet --- and spray painted them grey. He waited until he could see her distinctive lights flashing upon the crest of the far hill as she peddled towards him. He set the spikes in the curve where she couldn’t see them and retreated into his garage.
Luna’s eyes went wide as she espied the strips. She barreled into them and amazingly avoided most of them until the last strip caught her front tire as she swerved to avoid more strips. The rubber made a loud pop and she herded her machine into the curb and laid it into Oscar’s yard.
The big man smiled, lowered his face mask and came running out of the open garage and towards the transwoman who was trying to restrain her tears.
“Ma’am, ma’am, are you okay?” said Oscar
“Yes, but there is no way to patch that and I am MILES from Mid-Towne,” she said. “I wish people would quit kicking trash into the bike lanes.”
“I’m Oscar,” he said, pulling his long sleeve shirt over his gray, spray-painted wrist as he waved at her.
“Luna,” she said, flashing the covid-19 approved Vulcan greeting. He could tell she was smiling beneath the mask. Her eyes turned from green to blue as she spoke, the anger leaving her voice.
“Hmmm it’s a LONG walk to a bike shop here in the suburbs,” she said looking at her phone.
Luna had friends and family that could help her, but everyone was unavailable and as they were all working, she didn't want them to risk their livelihoods to rescue her.
“You know, I might have a tire that size on my old bike down in the basement,” said Oscar . “But I can’t get back into the room where I stored it last fall. I think you might be able to squeeze through the box piles to get to it. I’m remodeling the upstairs and had to store stuff.”
Luna hesitated, her first thought was about the deadly virus and breaking quarantine. She had been very careful in fact avoiding all unnecessary shopping trips to the grocery/department stores.
Oscar laughed and explained about his hermit tendencies, thus easing Luna’s mind. One room? Not even a living area? That might be safe if they kept their distance. She could swap out tires, use her emergency inflator in her backpack and return to Mid-Towne.
“You can just bring me a replacement later,” Oscar said. As you can see, I need to get that bike out anyway and this is a good opportunity.” He patted his bulging belly.
Luna took off her backpack and secured her phone within. She chained and locked her pink racing bike to a tree. She undid the chin-latch of her pink leopard print helmet and followed Oscar as he led the way through the path that snaked between piles of household furniture. Oscar opened the door to the cellar and Luna ducked as she entered the narrow, dank stairwell.
She could see the silhouette of a bicycle tire through the path at the far end of the room. Luna took about three steps forward before Oscar made his move. He roughly shoved the transwoman to the left as she descended the stairs.
Catching her in mid-stride he used his mass to push her to the left and into a room where he slammed a huge oaken door trapping them within. He heard the lock click as he reached for a set of handcuffs hanging on the wall to subdue his prey.
Surprised by the attack, Luna had nonetheless seen Oscar lunge towards her in the mirror of her bicycle helmet so she had a split second to prepare herself for the fall.
The helmet fell off her head as she struggled to her feet but she caught a glimpse of Oscar approaching with the cuffs. Knowing she had no time to turn around, Luna backed into Oscar, getting within his large arms. Grabbing the arm holding the cuffs she pinned it between her own massive bicep and boob and rolled her hips, sweeping a surprised Oscar to the hard concrete floor.
She made sure her body weight was on Oscar’s solar plexus as they fell and Luna was rewarded with a whoosh of stale air smelling of coffee Oscar was gasping for air and writhing in agony. The pain was excruciating.
Calmly Luna wrested the cuffs from Oscar’s grasp and slammed one on his wrist making the device lock. She grabbed one of Oscar’s thick fingers and bent it backwards, inflicting further pain upon Oscar who was catching his breath, but still gasping.
“On your knees, hands behind your head and cross your ankles,” Luna said evenly, applying more pressure on the finger. Oscar compiled. Luna quickly slapped the other cuff on his wrist and pushed him head first onto the floor.
She found a lightswitch and the dark vanished, revealing a dungeon worthy of a bad fictional story. Luna reached down and grabbed the cuffs by the chain. She yanked her prisoner to a couch that was constructed with convenient leather restraints, threw him on his back and secured his ankles to the corner restraints, leaving him spread-eagled.
Picking up her helmet, she glared at her captive.
“You stay right there,” she said. “I’m going to go get my backpack and call the police.” She raced up the stairs.
Luna knew better than to leave Oscar unattended until the cops arrived so she lugged her backpack down into the dungeon before retrieving her phone. Oscar was crying.
“Wait,” he sobbed, “I’ll pay you.”
Luna stared at him, not comprehending what Oscar was proposing.
“What?”
“I’ll pay you anything you want,” he said. Then softly, almost inaudibly he whispered, “Mistress.”
Luna thought about her rent and then gave Oscar an evil smile.
“Agreed,” she said.
“There is a deposit bag full of cash beneath this couch,” said Oscar. Luna found the bag, collected a grand and replaced it.
She put her phone back into the pack and pulled out a small lock blade knife. The razor sharp steel made little work of Oscar’s old worn clothes and soon he was naked with his cock standing at attention.
“I think we will talk about monetary compensation later,” she said. “I’ve been locked down too long and it looks like you may have a solution for that.”
Luna found the lube and liberally applied it to Oscar’s dick. She stripped off her leggings and pulled her thong to the side as she mounted him.
The excitement had heightened her sexual anxiety and the cock DID feel so good inside of her. Luna discovered that being in control as a woman was intoxicating and she reveled in Oscor’s facial expression as she took her pleasure from him.
Luna sprayed her cum all over his stomach, chest and face before climbing down from her ride, leaving Oscar splattered in semen and his shiny lube-covered dick hard and leaking.
Her lust satisfied, Luna's mind turned to her immediate problems. She had broken quarantine. Her bike still had a flat and she was a long way from Mid-Towne.
Not to mention the probable outcome of her recent If the cops WERE called, she knew who they would believe --- the homeowner. Luna went to her pack, found a joint and lit it.
As she sucked the sweet smoke into her body, she espied the teddy bears tucked into the cabinets or shelves throughout the room.
“Slave?” she said.
“Yes Mistress,” said a subdued Oscar.
Her heart skipped as a terrible, but practical idea seized her. She went to her pack and grabbed the quirt she kept for dogs. She squeezed back into the capris and approached the now scared slave upon the couch.
Luna slipped the quirt on her wrist and began stroking Oscar’s skin with the soft leather.
“Now, those teddy bears are cameras aren’t they perv?” she said. “So where is the recording device?”
“No Mistress I would never re--”
WHACK! The quirt landed on his balls, leaving a welt.
“YEEES, YES YES they are!” wailed Oscar. Between sobs he told her where the computer was located and Luna found the device still recording. She stopped the machine.
“Here is the deal,” Luna said. “I think you just suffered a case of lockdown anxiety when you tried to a***** me. Right?”
“Oh yes yes yes. Thank you, thank you.”
WHACK!
“MISTREEES! I meant ‘thank you Mistress!’ ”
“That’s better. I think I should just stay here until this lockdown is over. No reason to stay solitary now right? And you can pay to have my bike fixed too. I have always sort of fantasized about owning a sex-slave of my own. What do you say Oscar?”
“Yes Mistress let this slave worship you,” he said, knowing that his life had just changed forever.
“I think I shall call you Worm,” Luna said, secretly glad that she would be sharing the final weeks of lockdown with another warm body. “Now Worm, did
I say you could lie there with a hard on?”
Worm winced as he heard the sound of the quirt slashing through the air and headed towards his erection….
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