One Magical Night

Aaralyn had problems sleeping. She repeatedly had dreams, mostly nightmares that startled her. She didn’t enjoy having these dreams, but they just forced their way into her brain, unannounced.

One cool, windy night in Chicago, she fell asleep and had a romantic dream about her favorite hockey player: Jonathan Toews.

She found herself in a dance room setting. It was empty, but she could tell that parties and proms occurred there.

Suddenly, the setting changed. She found herself expecting someone to explain things to her and console her before she left to go somewhere. She had no idea what was going on. Instead, all she knew was that she had been locked in the bathroom and told to enjoy the time to herself.

It was almost as if he was mad at her. But who was he? The only name that came to her mind was Jonathan. Jonathan Toews. She did as she was told and treasured the time to shower and relax in a long bath. She did her hair and waited to hear from Jonathan.

He reached in and handed her a gorgeous Blackhawk-colored sundress and told her to put it on and then follow him.

She walked behind him across the resort to some kind of small cottage. He kissed her passionately on the lips. Her heart fluttered with happiness. He told her, he loved her, knocked on the door.

Things changed, as someone answered the door and smiled. The inside was like a community center you could rent for parties. There were different seating areas, a dance floor with a brass pole in the middle and a beautiful, long wooden bar also with brass poles on the ends. Everything was very new and decorated beautifully.

And then came her instructions. She turned to Jonathan, who stood beside her, smiling sweetly and innocently. He wasn’t the same serious man, he once had been. He wasn’t Captain Serious anymore. Not to her at least.

And that’s when the sweet, innocent dream morphed into a nightmare.

Aaralyn never wanted to hurt her Chicago superstar. “I get two days to prepare you for a life of serving me, Johnny. I was given free reign to do what was needed to achieve that goal. I will be with you most of the time, except when I am away. I will be able to see everything going on through the closed circuit cameras located throughout the cottage. When I give you instructions, you will follow them without hesitation, and I would highly recommend not speaking. Now Jonathan, go stand on the dance floor with your back against the pole.”

Aaralyn forced herself awake. She didn’t want to see anymore, but sleep got the best of her. It consumed her body, mind and soul and pulled her back into the scene.

The pole was about 4 inches in diameter and was bolted to the floor and raced upward to the ceiling. There were eyebolts at the top and bottom. Aaralyn took rope and tied Jonathan’s wrists together, and threaded the end through the top eyebolt. She pulled it so taut that he almost needed to stand on his tip toes. She tied off the end of the rope.

He watched her, with those puppy dog eyes, as she walked over and opened a cabinet built into the wall that showcased all of her tricks. She went straight for a roll of black vinyl tape and grabbed one in the middle. With his hands incapacitated, he was helpless to fight her off when she stalked back to him.

She rapidly stripped his shirt off of him. It was better that way.

Then using a step ladder and the roll of vinyl tape, she made a black band right below the hockey player’s wrists binding him to the pole. The next band was put below his elbows. She continued striping him, positioning the vinyl around his neck, just across his chest, at his hips, thighs, just below the knees and finally at the ankles.

When she finished, she stepped back and just stared. She was certain that his body would start cramping in this position, but was very glad that she chose the vinyl, as it had a little play in it.

Aaralyn went back to her closet and returned with a roll of duct tape. Each black strip covered him with tape, which was pulled as tightly as possible, binding to the pole.

It must have been getting late, because the sun had gone down outside. Aaralyn went to a sound panel and dimmed all the lights except the dance floor lights which she turned off completely. When she propped the front door open, Jonathan caught a glance at several people waiting out front, before she blindfolded him.

“I don’t want people to know who you actually are!”

It didn’t take long for Jonathan to realize that this wasn’t about him. It was a party with an open bar and he was just entertainment. Within minutes the room was full. Music played, people laughed and drank. Then the dance music came on and he could feel the heat from the dance floor lights turning on. People swarmed all around him. While they danced, men and women touched every available part of him, his only protection being bands of vinyl and duct tape.

He heard every word they spoke. “Hey, who’s the handsome man on the pole?”

“Isn’t he gorgeous?”

“He’s that one athlete, I think!?”

“No, he can’t be! An athlete wouldn’t look so helpless!”

They talked about how muscular and handsome he was. They played with him, against his will and his desire. Aaralyn watched in horror, as Jonathan jerked left and then right, as people put their hands all over his body.

She felt hatred boiling inside of her, but it fueled her burning passions for the hockey player. She wanted him more than ever. She suddenly knew that the people were fake. They were thought up by her own mind. It was a test. A test to see how much she truly cared about the Blackhawk.

People continued to swarm all around her dream date. He yelled, desperately for the people to stop and for someone to set him free. A few of the people began to grab at his crotch, feeling his perfect cock under his jeans. Aaralyn leaned over the railing, where she was.

What started as a mob scene, settled down as the night went on. Someone was always touching Jonathan. Despite being totally jealous Aaralyn felt, the party went on. She had no idea how many hours had passed, but she felt dirty, ashamed, and exhausted.

In the delirious state he was in, he barely noticed when Aaralyn cut him down. She cut the adhesive material, where it connected to the pole. She left the tape on him, to secure the straps binding his body. She led him over and laid him on the top of the bar.

He was rolled over onto his stomach and his wrists and ankles were tied to the poles at the ends of the bar. She removed the tape finally from him. He was thankful to be able to lie down, but it was torture to once again be stretched out.

He thought he was behaving pretty well for the strange female, but that must not have been the case. She secured his blindfold and then gagged him with some kind of cloth and more tape. As she did, she whispered something about this being an upscale resort and they couldn’t have people hearing him scream.

He was completely confused until he felt the first smack. She was spanking him. To make it worse, she announced that he had been a bad hockey player and had been very unruly to her and needed to be taught a lesson. She continued her assault on his ass. He screamed into the gag and tried, without success to break free of his bonds. At some point, he submitted to the pain and relaxed.

Aaralyn grew tired and must have seen the change on his face. She let him suffer a little longer and then stopped the action altogether. She and two goon henchmen of hers, untied Jonathan and carried him to a back room.

While the party continued in the cottage, Aaralyn helped Jonathan to clean up in the back. He was happy that he had survived Aaralyn’s horrible plans for him and couldn’t wait to get back to freedom. But he was horribly mistaken. This Aaralyn girl wasn’t done with him yet. In fact, she reminded him that this was just the beginning of day one in his two-day lesson.

Once again, she blindfolded him and used handcuffs to lock his wrists behind his back. She guided him to walk back out in the crowd and pushed him to his knees, at the end of the bar. She walked up with her two goons.

Before she released him, she let the two goons that had helped move him, take their turn. By the time they finished their assault on Jonathan, the crowd had dispersed completely. Aaralyn unlocked the cuffs and helped Jonathan to his feet.

She woke up once more, blinking as the dim light of the morning slipped through the drawn blinds over her window. She could still see poor Jonathan bound and gagged and helpless to her desires. It made her whimper softly. She would NEVER hurt Jonathan like that. EVER!!

She respected him. And she hoped he would respect her.

Notes

Don't worry, I'm not going down that route, that's all in the other story, this will be much lighter and more playful. :)