Miss Mei Chui

The first time I had this fantasy was when I moved into my first apartment in San Francisco after college. Of all my fantasies, this is the one I revisit the most, remaking it each time, or just visiting a part of it that excites me in the moment.

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I come awake suddenly, a heavy pressure on my body, panic instant as I cannot breath, fingers closing my nose. Terror flares as I hear a voice in my ear, realizing a body is heavy on mine, pinning me.

"You're awake. Good," it says, masculine and terrifying, and I try to scream only to notice that my mouth is stuffed full with a wet cloth, and I start to violently gag, breathing wildly through my nose as his fingers stop pinching it. I struggle with all my strength, my heart beating wildly as a hand closes over my throat and squeezes, the darker image of his face obscuring everything as he leans close to me in the darkness and simply says "Still."

I do, my eyes wild, unable to see anything but shapes in the darkness, and then another set of hands is looping rope around my bare legs, and I arch and start to kick, but the hands are too strong, and my vision begins to dim as the hand around my neck tightens, choking off my air, terrorizing me. I'm flipped over, my long nightshirt twisting around my middle, my arms brutally jerked behind my back, more rope cutting into the flesh on my upper arms and my elbows and my wrists as I'm made helpless.

More as time permits...