He couldn't help himself any longer. Dustin had spent years on the computer trying to satisfy his obsession with bondage and breathplay. But it was no longer enough for him. Anytime he is in public and spots an attractive woman in hosiery, the overwhelming urge consumes him. All he can think about is abducting her, binding and gagging her, and asphhxiating her to death. He finally decided to go through with it. He started purchasing the things he needed. Handcuffs, leather straps, gags, hood, rope, clear packing tape, 2 gallon ziplock bags,   It didnt take him long to select who it was going to be. His ex-wifes friend Stacey would be perfect. She was gorgeous and there would be no reason to link him to her disappearance. She works at a corperate office and wears business style clothing everyday to work. Since he has a huge fetish for women in hosiery, so he will wait for the next day she wears them and then he will grab her. She will be taken to his house and down into the basement.  For the next week he sat in his car outside of the parking garage at her work. When she entered the garage he would follow behind her in his car and wait for her to park. He parks far enough away and uses binoculars to watch her without being spotted.

An entire week went by and she had not wore hosiery with any of her outfits. He was frustrated that he was having to wait so long but he wasnt willing to settle. Monday finally came and yet again he posted up outside the entrance of the parking garage. She was later than usual and he began to worry that she might not show. Finally her SUV came into sight and entered the garage. Dustin followed behind her waiting for her to pick a spot. She parked her car and he pulled into a spot about 50 yards further down. She exited her car and he could tell right away. She was wearing a tight black knee-length skirt, a white blouse, sheer black pantyhose, and some sexy black high heels. This is the day he had been waiting for.  He parked his car about a mile away and walked back to the parking garage with everything needed inside a back pack. He would break into her car and hide in the back seat. Some days she would leave in her car for lunch and he wanted to be there waiting on her if she did so today. By 11am he was in the back waiting for her. Her noon lunchtime had arrived and soon he could hear the sound of high-heels approaching the car. He lay completely still in the back of her SUV, stun-gun in hand. Stacey opened her door and quickly sat in the drivers seat, not even giving herself time to glance around and notice anything wrong. Before she could get the keys into the ignition, Dustin raised up from the back seat and stuck the stun-gun into her side and delivered 500,000 volts into her. She instantly went limp and her forehead now lay against the top of the steering wheel.  Quickly he laid the back seats of the SUV flat giving him a nice amount of space to work with.  He opened up the back hatch and retrieved Stacey from the driver's seat. Still unconscious she is layed into the back and her wrists are quickly cuffed behind her back. A pair of cuffs are latched onto her elbows to ensure her arms are securely pinned behind her back. Her ankles are cuffed together and the ballgag is shoved into her mouth and buckled tightly behind her head. Packing tape is wound tightly around her head and over the ballgag. He lost cant of how many times he had wrapped it around her head but it must have been at least 30 times. Lastly the leather hood is pulled down over her head, secured tight, and then padlocked to ensure it cannot be taken off. Dustin slammed the hatch closed, jumped into the drivers seat and drove out of the parking garage.

On the way to.his house Stacey awoke and began strugglng. He pulled into a parking lot and climbed into the back. He used his fingers to cover up the 2 air holes on the hood to cut off Staceys air supply. He told her if she did not stop struggling he would cover them with tape and suffocate her. She immediately complied and laid completely still. The packing tape must have been wrapped so tight that it was forcing the ballgag back into her throat because he could hear her gagging and choking on it. But Dustin didnt care, he climbed back to the front and continued the drive to his house. When they arrived, he pulled the SUV into his garage and closed the door. The cuffs around Staceys ankles were removed and she was led into the house and down the stairs into the basement. Stacey is sat into a sturdy chair that has been bolted to the floor. Her ankles are cuffed up again so that he can uncuff her wrists and elbows and strap them behind the chair. If she trys to run after her hands are uncuffed she wont make it far at all still hooded with cuffed ankles. But she did not try anything and soon her arms are secured behind the chair, strapped together at the wrists and elbows. A wratchet strap that is secured to the floor behind the chair and is brought up and connected to her wrists. It is then wratcheted tight, anchoring her hands to the floor and preventing her from being able to bring her hands or arms from behind her. Straps are then used to bind her at the ankles, below the knees, above the knees, and at the thighs. A stool is bolted to the floor in front of the chair.  Her feet are placed on top of it and strapped down so that now her feet are propped up in the air. She was still choking on the ballgag that had been forced into her throat and he could hear her gagging and retching. The sound turned him on even more It was now time to remove her shoes.

He decided to leave her high-heels on during the abduction so that he didnt risk her hosiery being ripped or soiled during a struggle. He pulled off her heels and admired her nyloned feet. She had the prettiest feet he had ever seen and she was even wearing the good type of hosiery. She was wearing sheer black pantyhose that were darker at the toe. Her feet looked amazing in them and he couldnt help but fondle her feet. Then it hit him. The overwhelming urge to suffocate her. Anytime he layed eyes on a girls nyloned feet, he cant help but feel like she should be abducted and asphyxiated to death. When he was still with his ex-wife, she would wear hosiery to work and he would talk her into doing a bondage session after she got home. Several times he took things way too far. He would talk her into doing a bondage session and promise her no breathplay would be involved. But he would always break that promise after seeing her feet in hosiery and put her through an agonizing breathplay session that was not agreed to. But now he could satisfy his urge completely, and it was time. Stacey sit in the chair completely helpless and unaware of what was about to happen. She could not see anything at all from inside her hood and never noticed Dustin open a box of 2 gallon ziplock bags and pull one out. He also grabbed the leather dog collar that will be used to seal the bag at her neck. He doesnt want to use tape because it always rips the bag when it is taken off the persons head. He wants to ensure the plastic bag he uses to kill her is not damaged. He is planning on using it to bag himself during future solo-breathplay sessions. He approached Stacey from behind and opened the bag up right over her head. She heard the sound of the bag and tried to look up to see what was happening. Next the bag was pulled down over her hooded head.

At first Stacey had no idea what was going. It wasnt until Dustin used his hands to press the bag sealed around her neck that she figured out what was happening to her. She began to struggle while Dustin secured the collar around her neck. It didnt take him long to get the collar buckled and Stacey put up hardly any interference. Soon the bag was shrinking and expanding around her head and he was stroking his cock. She pulled at her bindings hoping for a miracle. But nothing was going to give. She pulled frantically at the strap that anchored her hands down toward the floor but once again, it was just too much for her. Stacey struggles began to slow after just two minutes and black-out would be coming soon. Dustin stood in front of her and with a few more pumps of his fist he began covering the bottoms of Staceys feet with his cum. When she realized something hitting her feet she raised her head up with her last bit of strength and cried out through her gag, as if to yell "stop it, please dont".  He had no intentions of stopping until he was done and as Stacey's head dropped unconscious, he was still shooting his fluid onto her. Be the time he was done he had managed to completely cover the bottoms of her feet and her nylons were soaked. After finishing, he stopped to admire what he had managed to do. Stacey sit in the chair still alive for a while longer. Her chest still convulses as her lungs try desperately to draw in air before its too late. If the bag is taken off her head within the next 10 minutes, she could survive. Instead, Dustin has already walked up the stairs to  up into the house. He flipped the light switch off, leaving Stacey to suffocate to death. He figured 2 hours was more than enough time for her to become a corpse.