He found me, I thought I was finally safe but he had tracked me down. For months my life had been taken over by some perverse stalker, some depraved old creep who had been following and taunting me non stop. Strange packages, calls in the night, shadows in the corner of my eye. It kept getting worse and worse, I could hardly sleep at night.

No matter what I did it never seemed to work, I was defiant, confident that I could over come it but it was becoming too much. The calls and emails became so intense, so detailed. Where I'd been, what I was wearing, what he would do to me once I was finally his. He spoke in detail about every aspect of my body and my personality like he had been studying me, hunting me.

It was overwhelming, he always seemed to find a way to reach right into my head and manipulate me even as I tried to outsmart him. I never even found out who he was, he simply referred to himself as "Mr Filth" and me as his "future pet". It was obscene, but it was in the past now.

I had finally managed to get one up over him a few months, I had escaped. Moving away to a new city in the dead of night without warning, I had told no one, I was utterly alone here. My new flat was cheap and cramped but finally safe, maybe after a few more weeks I'd let some friends or family know where I was but I had to stay cautious.

But then I made a terrible mistake, I received a strange email and absent mindedly opened it. I saw a flash of light and a high pitched tone played into my head phones, by the time my vision came my laptop screen had been taken over by a swirling mass of pretty pinkish colours. I couldn't look away and everything start to blur.

When I came to I was on my bed, my bedroom door wide open, utterly naked and exposed. My ankles tied up behind my head, each of my wrists tied to the bedframe so that I was pretzeled Into a helpless package. My own panties shoved into my mouth, my laptop sitting just next to me. I had sent an email to an unknown address saying exactly where i was and that my front door was unlocked.

There was a simple reply reading.

"I'm coming to collect you now my pet"  
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Hello! I'm sure you can tell what kind of story I'm looking for with this. I love the idea of this creepy old stalker finally catching me after I thought I'd escaped. We can start from the end or from where I first get the email if we want more to happen before he collects me. There are so many fun way this could go and I very much think a slow burn would be best. I'd love to hear what ideas you come up with for it! Huge bonus if your into legs/feet.

I like to write detailed replies that are on the longer side and I often play myself so I really love getting into character.

My favourite kinks are: mind control, hucow, getting messy, breeding, bondage, BDSM, legs/feet, outfits, monsters, pet play, latex, blackmail and being hunted.

[F4A] Defeated By My Stalker