My Voyeur. My Lover. My...
Copyright© 2025 by Mandurah
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - When a young woman, who has been having a tough time meeting a decent guy, acquires a stalker who sends her packages of bondage lifestyle attire and requests exhibitionism from her, she acquiesces, both out of curiosity and being turned on. The game continues, and the requests become more outrageous, until the unexpected happens. Is it romance? Or more sinister?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Horror BDSM Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys
My mind wandered, thinking about what I had let myself in for. Will I like a dominant man? It seems that way, and maybe this is my true calling. I thought as I drifted off to sleep with my new journey to begin in the morning.
I was up early. I was too excited to sleep, wondering how the day would unfold, albeit unknown what was in front of me. Like the two days before, motorbike man arrived, but this time with two boxes.
An unknown excitement ran through me as I opened the first box. There was the obligatory letter that I had to read, plus the clothing. I read the letter first. “Dear Tara. Last night was wonderful, and I hope you are as excited as I am about the prospect of starting our new life together. I couldn’t have selected a more beautiful woman like you.
Despite the actions of last night. You still have the opportunity to pull out if you do not want to spend your life with me.
“Inside the boxes, you will find a sheer white sequin mini dress, a pair of sheer white panties, a white lacy suspender belt, sheer nylon stockings, high-heeled shoes, and a white choker, and once you put the choker on and lock it in place. It never comes off. You are mine, and I am yours forever. A white stretch limo will arrive at six-thirty. If you decide not to join me, I know I will have lost my dream girl. All my love.”
Oh, like, wow, seriously, this is heavy stuff. I looked at the dress in the box, picked it up and went to my bedroom to try it on. Ohhh, nice and short. Sleeveless, plunging neckline, and slightly see-through. I looked in the mirror and ran my hands down the side of my body, admiring the dress and how I looked. Wow, I’ll look so hot for my guy when I have the stockings and shoes on, I thought.
I picked up my phone and called Sam, but no answer, so I left a message. “Sam, I hope you’re not at work. Please get over here as fast as you can. Love you, Tara.”
My phone rang, and I could see it was Sam. “Hi, Sam. Can you please come over? I desperately need some help and advice.”
“What’s wrong, Tara? You sound confused, excited and upset all at once.”
“Please, can you come over, and I will tell you all about it and the decision I have to make.”
“Sure, I’ll be there in a jiffy.”
Sam arrived not long after, and I bashed my gums for about two hours, explaining what had happened, and she let out a loud whistle after I had finished.
“I don’t know what to say. It’s life-changing, and I guess it’s the biggest decision you’ll have to make. Can you trust him with your life? That’s how deep this is. Can you?”
“I don’t know.”
“If you don’t know, you don’t do it. It’s that simple.”
Sam left around 5pm, leaving me in a quandary, and as time dragged on, I got dressed in my new clothes, but I didn’t put on the choker. My heart was pounding, and I felt faint. Was this all a dream? I looked at the clock. It was 6pm, only thirty minutes to go. “Please, someone, tell me what I should do,” I called out in frustration as tears rolled down my cheeks.