It was a typical summer day, and Deana was about to get into her skimpy lingerie and get ready for bed. It had been another day without a man. Used to be that she could go to the local bar, and some guy would always come by, start a conversation, and she could choose whether or not to leave with him for some good sex. But lately, she ended up mostly attracting drunks and losers, and chose to leave alone. She needed a shot of confidence, to know that she could attract an acceptable man, a sexy man who would treat her well while also being aggressive with her, which she wanted. Maybe he was out there, waiting. She went to the bar yet again to find out.

How could she have known that such a man was in the bar, watching her? He did not approach her, for he had other plans in mind, plans he hoped she would enjoy, but that she would experience all the same.

When Deana had fended off one loser who hit on her, she finished her drink and left the bar. The man watching her casually got up, left money for his drink on the table, and followed Deana from a distance. He got in his car and watched as she got in hers, then discreetly trailed her home; she never noticed his car making the same turns as hers. When she pulled into the driveway of a modest home, he drove past and parked just down the street. He walked back to her home and around to the back.

It wasn't long before the bedroom light came on, and the man knew which room was hers. He waited at her bedroom window and watched her through the wispy curtains, the heavy drapes being open. Deana did not notice his presence, as this voyeur watched her undress, and saw her fine breasts and perky nipples, her shapely legs, and her shaved pussy, all arousing him. Then, rather than putting on her lingerie, she simply lay on her back on the bed with a light spread over her. When he saw her lie down, he knew she was imagining a lover was coming to take her, so the man she was dreaming of, 'him' in his mind, rapped on the window pane.

She heard his rapping, and it sounded like it came from her bedroom window, but how could that be? The thoughts Deana was having, dreaming that a man would come through her bedroom window and take her, quickly crystallized as a possibility. She knew that it was only a dream, a delicious fantasy that would likely never come true, but then she heard him rap on the glass again!

o o o

Deana got up, went to the window, and drew the flimsy curtain to the side to peek out, and right outside the window stood a handsome man! Despite her dreams, she was so surprised that she gasped, but then realized that she had seen the man at the bar that evening, though he hadn't spoken to her. She was instantly intrigued. Was this her once-in-a-lifetime chance to live her fantasy? She reached for the latch, unlocked the window, and started to lift it. The man put his hands under the unscreened window and pushed it up. Then he climbed into the bedroom.

Deana was very uncertain that things would go as she imagined, but here was hope, whereas before there was none.

"Who are you and what do you want?" she asked

"I'm your mystery man, and I'm here for the same thing you are," he replied.

"And what's that?" she queried further.

"To take you sexually and fulfill your dream," he clarified.

"Really," she added with a little sarcasm. "And how would you know what my dream is?"

"Because it's the same for all women: to feel loved, appreciated, made to feel helpless, and have great sex," he answered.

Deana felt like he read her mind. She was stunned, realizing he was offering exactly what she secretly wanted.

"So what would you do with me?" she asked, with a hopefulness in her voice. She had dreamed of being 'disciplined' while helpless, to earn her reward, which was to be taken to heaven with wonderful orgasms.

"I'll give you something that stretches your desires to the limit and then rewards you for earning it, just as you secretly want. Am I right?" he asked.

"Yes, but how did you know?" she replied after a pause, shocked that he seemed to know her secret desires.

"Because you're a sexy woman who gives all the signs. And I can give you your dream right now, or I can leave. Which do you want?" he said, giving her an ultimatum.

It didn't take Deana long to answer: "Stay. Give me my dream!"

o o o

"As you wish! Will you cooperate and do as I tell you without hesitating...or speaking?"

"Yes," she said without hesitation.

"If you need me to stop at any time, your safe word is 'Margarita'. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Lie back on the bed, and I will start by blindfolding you," he told her, and he took a cloth from a small bag he had with him, which Deana had seen him bring in.

She lay down on her back, and he placed the blindfold on her and tied it behind her head, then laid her head back on the mattress. Without her sight, Deana's hearing was magnified, and her nerves seemed to grow in their sensitivity. She could feel her heartbeat and knew that her pussy was already getting wet with anticipation

The man placed his hands on her uncovered breasts and fondled her. She loved the feel, and her nipples instantly became hard. He pinched them between his thumbs and fingers and rolled and twisted them. She loved what he was doing, and not seeing him made it even more thrilling. She moaned with pleasure as he pulled on her nipples, squeezing them harder. It hurt a little, but it was such a turn on that she squirmed in response, thrashing her legs!

"Now I will tie you to the bed to keep you under control," he told her.

She knew she wasn't to speak, so she kept quiet, as, unseen by her, the man took cuffs and rope from his bag. She cooperated as he put the cuffs on her wrists and secured them under the bed with the ropes. Then she felt him attach cuffs to her ankles, attach ropes to those cuffs, and run them under the bed as well. When he tightened all the ropes, her arms and legs were pulled toward the four corners of the bed, secured underneath to the bed frame's feet. Deana found she was unable to move very much; she lay blind, spread-eagled and helpless as this man hovered over her.

"I want you to relax and enjoy what I do with you," he said. "Use your safe word if it's ever too much."

Deana was primed for this, wanting the fantasy experience of being taken by this stranger, and she had no intention of using a safe word to stop it.

o o o

The man began by tracing his fingers from her wrists down her arms, over her chest to her breasts, again pinching her nipples and twisting them. She moaned loudly as it hurt more than last time, her nerves acutely aware without her sight. After a minute spent tormenting her nipples, he moved his hands and traced along her sides and down her legs. It was a ticklish feel as he grazed her skin, but even more so when, after reaching her feet, he traced up the insides of her legs.

She sighed and squirmed when he came to the tender insides of her thighs. It was the most ticklish feeling and needed to be rubbed, but she could not do that. The man seemed intent on teasing her, knowing she would go wild with a tickly sensation that she could not stop. She squirmed hard and almost cried out, but could not keep his hands from inflicting such torment.

But soon he was at her pussy, and she leaked some juices as he touched her labia. She was so turned on with anticipation that she quickly forgot about the tickle and yearned for some satisfaction at her cunt. And Deana would not be disappointed, as the man started by tracing a finger up and down her slit, opening her up to his further explorations. He trailed a finger over her craving clit, which was waiting for him to drive her wild. As he ran his fingers up and down, she squirmed and moaned at the wonderful feel on her ultra-sensitive nerves. The ropes held her in check, and she fought against them, wiggling in an attempt to relieve the desire emanating from her pussy.

When the man began to focus exclusively on her clit, she was in heaven with his tender rubs and strokes. She squirmed to no avail, but she was on fire with a desire for him to bring her to culmination. As she mumbled and begged for relief, he suddenly began to spank her pussy with his hand. He smacked her lightly, teasingly, but when those smacks landed on her clit, she jumped against the ropes and strained to break free. But it was no use, and Deana had to take the torment to her clit as she could barely contain her arousal any longer. She was so turned on, she felt she would come at any moment, so after one particularly focused smack on her clit, she screamed and came, her nectar flowing freely and wetting his hand. She could not stop her orgasm, and one quicky rolled into the next as he continued to strike her clit, more gently now, but enough to keep the feeling of uncontrollable urges going. She came over and over, with more intensity than Deana could ever remember.

Soon she was exhausted, and the man stopped. Her breathing was hard and labored, her orgasms so strong that she could not focus on anything but her cunt, still alive with a swollen clit, still wet with desire. The man, having stopped prolonging her orgasms, now dropped his slacks and underwear and got on the bed. He caressed her pussy with his erection and then placed the tip of his penis at her entrance, paused, and pushed in. She was so exhausted that, despite feeling his cock in her, she could do nothing but enjoy the sensation of being filled by him.

He thrust deeper, and she squirmed under him, loving how it felt but with no strength to meet his thrusts. As he continued, he again rubbed her clit, and it drove her to somehow find the energy to push her pelvis up against him, fucking him back, and the urge to come returned. As he sped up in his final thrusts, then groaned and spurted his load into her, she felt its warmth, which drove her over the edge. Despite her exhaustion, she felt the spark to orgasm yet again. Her mind was numb as her cunt drove all her emotions with fullness, warmth, and excited spasms. She was experiencing the final chapter of the best sex she'd ever had.

After the man pulled out and got off her bed, he put his slacks back on, undid the cuffs, ropes, and blindfold, and put them in his bag. Then he climbed out the window and pushed it down. Deana lay on the bed, still recovering from the exhaustion of her fantasy sex, and fell asleep.

o o o

When she awoke the next morning, after the soundest of slumbers, she remembered the evening before when she had the best orgasms of her life! The man from the bar, whom she'd met the week before, and with whom she shared her fantasy of being taken by an intruder, had fulfilled his end of the bargain perfectly. He even added the unexpected spark she requested when he blindfolded her and tied her to the bed.

Her dream had come true! It was the perfect CNC experience, just as wonderful as she imagined it could be!