Home Visits

“Read them and weep…”

“Beats my hand,” the fair-haired man said as he put his cards down, the other four nodding as Geoff gathered the pot.

“Let’s take a break,” the dealer said as he looked to the drinks table at the side. “Any tales you want to share while we do Geoff?”

The tall, dark-haired man smiled as he said “did I ever tell you about the visit I paid last Christmas – left a little Silent Night photo for the man of the house.”

“No – what happened…”

“There – that’s the last present wrapped,” Carol said as she stood up. The lights on the tree were twinkling as she put the package underneath, and then sat down. “So, what do I need to do now?”

“What I tell you to?”

She suddenly looked up to see the man standing there, one of her kitchen knives in his hand and a stocking pulled down over his head.

“Shit…”

“Language,” he said quietly as he looked at Carol. She was in her early fifties, long blonde hair, wearing a pink vest top and blue jeans. “We need to do something about that – but for now, I want you to hand me that roll of red ribbon, and then put your hands together put in front of you.”

“Why?”

“So that I can tie you up and take your money,” the intruder said with a smile, “now do it.”

Carol stared at him, and then slowly handed him the ribbon before she put her hands together. “Thank you,” he said quietly before he used the knife to cut a length of the ribbon, which he used to secure her wrists together, making a neat bow above her wrists.

“Good – sit down in front of the tree,” he said, watching as Carol moved and sat while he cut another length of ribbon from the roll. He then knelt down and used that to secure her ankles together, the cuffs of her jeans visible underneath as again he secured the ends in a neat bow.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Leaving a surprise present for your husband, to make up for what I’m going to take,” he said as he cut yet another length of ribbon, and then used that to secure Carol’s big toes together – again with a neat bow.”

“What sort of man are you,” Carol said as she wriggled round.

“The type that needs you to be quiet – purse your lips.”

She stared at him as he picked up a roll of white tape she had used and tore off a strip, then pursed her lips as he pressed one strip down over her mouth, then two more. Smiling, he picked up the black pen she had been using to write on labels, and said “don’t move.”

“Whtthrudhhn,” Carol asked as he wrote something on the tape over her mouth, and then took her mobile phone from the side table, smiling as he took a photo and showed her.

“I think your husband may appreciate the invite,” he said as Carol read “Do Not Open until X-mas.”

“Uhbhsstrr…”

“Just sit quiet,” he said as he pocketed her purse, and then left her to struggle while he searched the house.

“Good haul that day,” Geoff said as the other shook their heads. “What about you Bob – any other early morning visits recently.”

“You make it sound as if I only do my work in the mornings.”

“Well, that’s true, isn’t it?”

Bob sat down with the newly opened bottle of beer, and said “well, there was the stockbroker’s wife…”

Surbiton is a great place to visit, especially once the school run is underway and all the high earners have left. This particular house was a detached one, which made it easy to sneak round the back and gain entry through the back door.

It was a nice kitchen, well equipped, but I could also hear the sound of a shower running – indicating I may have to make sure someone is prevented from raising the alarm while I went about my business. A search of the drawer let me find a skein of washing line, which I cut into two lengths with kitchen scissors, while I also looked in the hallway and brought a long black wool scarf in.

Then it was a waiting game, until the lady of the house came in. she had a towel turban over her hair, and was wearing a blue and white towelling robe – and a shocked expression when she saw me.

“Not a word,” I said as I looked at her, “I need to tie you up and gag you before I take your valuables, and I am truly sorry, but that is necessary. Come over here, turn round, and put your hands behind your back.”

I guess she was still in shock, because she did exactly what I asked her to do. Picking the first length of rope from the table, I crossed her wrists behind her back and lashed them together, keeping the rope above the cuffs o f her gown but ensuring it was tight and cinched.

I then helped her to sit on the floor, and made sure her bare ankles were secured together in the same way, talking to other the whole time, telling her if she relaxed, she would be safe and not get hurt. She accepted what I was saying, fortunately – as I pulled the black scarf over her mouth and tied it round her head, muffling any sounds she made as I secured the ends tightly at the back of her neck.

I had to leave her sitting there on the kitchen floor as I walked out, disconnecting the phone and taking what I could find – but when I came back in, all that had happened was her turban had fallen off, the towel lying on the floor as her auburn hair fell down. I made sure the gag was tight again, and then made my way out…

“And you didn’t do anything else?” Geoff asked Bob.

“Not my type of thing – I leave that to Steve and Iain.”

“He’s talking about us again, isn’t he,” Steve said as he took his seat. Iain nodded as he said “tell you my story later. Eric?”

“Hmm?”

“Wasn’t it MILF time for you recently?”

“Well,” the bald-headed man said “yeah – but like you, I had to resist…”

She stared at the tall man, the balaclava covering his head so that only his eyes and lips were visible, not sure what to say. She was sixty years old, and had been out for the night – as was evident from her black evening dress, which came halfway down her thighs. She was a large build, but the dress fitted well, as did the knee length black leather boots with the three-inch heels. A long chiffon scarf, a leopard print on one end and two shades of brown on he other, was tied loosely round her neck.

“What did you just ask me to do?”

“Turn round,” the masked man said as he twirled his gloved finger, the gun in his other hand, “and put your hands behind your back.”

She shook her head, her grey-blonde hair cut short, before he said “I give you a choice – do as I say, or I force you to strip at gunpoint and THEN you do as I say. Which is it to be?”

She thought for a moment, and then walked over, turning and looking over her shoulder as the intruder put her hands together, and then wrapped the rope round her wrists, making sure he kept the bands neatly arranged before taking the rope between her arms, and tying the ends off on top of the binding.

“Good,” he whispered into her ear as he unwound the scarf from her neck, “but you need to be quiet. Open wide.”

As she opened her mouth, he pulled the scarf back between them, wrapping the scarf round her head twice as the corners of her mouth were pulled back, then securing the ends at the base of her neck before he threw the lengths over her right shoulder.

“Good – sit down, quietly.”

“Hhhh,” she mumbled as she sat in front of the brown leather couch, watching as she stretched her legs out and he used white rope to secure them together in the same way as her wrists. The knot sat at the top of her legs, as he took a third length of rope and tied her feet together in the same way.

Smiling, he picked up her handbag and opened it, removing her credit cards and money as well as her phone, before he said “Well, that adds to what I have found already.” He watched her wriggle round, and said “a pity I have to go – we could have such fun together…”

She shook her head violently as he laughed, dropping her bag to the floor before he left…

“Heh,” Bob said as the cards were dealt. “You got a story while we look at what you’ve given us, Mike?”

“Actually, I do,” the dealer said, “and it involves a GILF, not a MILF.”

“Did you have fun with her?”

“A little…”

“What do you want,” Rhona said as she closed the door. She had answered it to the young man, smartly dressed, who said he wanted to ask her to take part in a survey, and the grandmother had agreed to do so.

“As I said,” the man said as they walked into the front room, “we are conducting a survey in this area.”

“On what subject?”

“Crime – there have been a spate of robberies in the area. Have you been affected?”

Rhona watched him open his briefcase as she said “no – why?”

“You have now,” the man said as he took a gun out and pointed it at her. “Please, close the curtains, and then sit on the floor.” He watched Rhona as she slowly stood up and drew the curtains over the windows – she had short light brown hair streaked with grey, and was wearing a tight V-necked white top with elbow length sleeves, and a short denim skirt.

As she sat down, Rhona said “are you going to tie me up?”

“No,” the man said as he took a length of white rope from the briefcase, “you are – starting with your ankles. Take this, double it over and then wrap it round your ankles.”

He watched Rhona as she bent her knees, double dover the rope he had thrown at her, and then wrapped it round her ankles.

“Good – take the ends through the centre, and pull back. Make sure it is tight – or I will.” He watched as the older woman did this, and then she took the rope round several times.

“Stop there,” he said with a smile, “tuck the rope under the top band, then separate the ends, and take them between your legs – and again, make sure you pull it nice and tight. Do that twice, then tie the ends together on top of the binding.”

She did that, and then looked at her legs, wriggling her toes with the red painted nails. “It’s tight,” she eventually said.

“Good,” he said as he threw another length of rope at her, “now do the same thing to your legs below your knees.” Rhona nodded as he secured her legs in the same way, then looked at the man as he stood up with two more lengths of rope.

“So you are robbing me?”

“Indeed – hands together in front of you please.” She nodded as he doubled one length of rope over, and secured her wrists together in the same way as her ankles and legs – then linked her wrists to her legs with the last length of rope.

“What else are you going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m helpless,” Rhona said quietly, “Are you going to do anything else to me?”

“We shall see,” the man said as he went back and took from his briefcase a white bandana and folded it into a band. “Open wide.”

“Fhnkuh,” Rhona said as the white band was used to gag her, and he turned the television on while he went to search the house, taking his briefcase with him. When he returned an hour later, Rhona looked at him and said “Swhttnhhh?”

“I do not violate the ladies I visit,” the mans aid quietly, “but I – could help you feel pleasure?”

“Hhh?”

He knelt behind Rhona and started to massage her chest, the older woman closing her eyes and saying “Hyyhssss…”

“Well, she enjoyed it.”

The assembled room laughed as they played their hands, before Steve said “I also had to visit a banker’s wife this week.”

“Did you play your usual game?”

“Yeah – it helps keep them quiet…”

“Take that dress and your shoes off.”

April nodded slowly as she looked at the intruder in her bedroom. He was tall, a stocking mask pulled down over his head, and he had grabbed her as she came up the stairs, putting the knife to her throat and hand gagging her to get her attention.

“DO IT!”

She shook herself before she unfastened the front of her grey dress, letting it slip off her body as she kicked off her matching leather pumps. She had long blonde hair, and was now wearing a black slip and panties, and dark stockings.

“Good,” the man said quietly as she saw him take ropes from a bag on her bed, “turn round, hands behind your back.” April was shaking now, pleading “please, don’t hurt me,” as he crossed her wrists and started to bind them tightly together with the rope. IT was tight, and the rope rubbed on her slim wrists as they were forced together.

He then unwound a much longer length of rope, and doubled it over before he passed it round her body above her chest. Pulling it tight, he smiled as he heard April’s gasp, and then took it round again before making a knot behind her.

“What… What are you doing,” she whispered.

“Making sure when I’ leave you, you do not move,” the man said as she felt the rope going up her back, and then it was passed round her neck twice. She could feel it on her throat as he took the rope back down her back, round the band at her chest, and then proceeded to wrap it round itself so that it formed something approaching a hangman’s noose.

“No… Please…”

“You need to be quiet now,” the man said as he turned April round, and she saw the small red ball in his hand. “Open that pretty mouth, or I force you to.”

She shook again, and then opened her mouth, trying not to gag at the taste of rubber as the ball was pushed in and then closing her lips, watching as he pressed several strips of black tape down over her mouth.

“Much better – lie down, and don’t struggle. If you do, you will regret it.”

April nodded as she lay on her own bed, feeling the rope on her ankles as they were secured together, and then rolling onto her side, bending her legs as she watched the intruder empty her jewellery cases into his bag…

“Well, it works for me – raise you ten.”

“I’ll see your ten and call,” Iain said, smiling as he gathered the pot.

And what about you Iain, still getting takeaway?”

“Of course.”

“So what did you go for this time?”

“Japanese – a lovely set of jade…”

The young diplomat’s wife stood still; her hands raised in the air as the masked intrude looked at her.

“Remain calm,” he said, “and I assure you that, while you will be left restrained, it will be – pleasurable.”

“What do you mean?”

The man smiled as he tipped the coils of hemp rope onto the seat, and said “you will see – I want you to stand in front of me, hands behind your back.”

She slowly nodded as she walked forward – she had long black hair, and was wearing a black evening dress which was made of patterned lace at the top, light stockings and a pair of black heels. Turning round, she lowered her hands and put them behind her back, feeling the latex gloved hands as they crossed her wrists behind her, the rough rubbing on her skin as they were them bound tightly together.

“Why do you do this?”

“For the pleasure,” he whispered into her ear before he passed the rope round her body, pulling it tight under her chest and then taking it above. He continued to build the bands, the ropes forcing her chest out as they pressed down, her arms forced against her sides.

“Must you do this?”

“Yes, I must,” he said as he secured the ends, and then took another length, passing it round the bands on her right side between her arm and body, and then pulling it tight as she gasped out again.

He then took the rope up and over one shoulder, around the back of her neck and down the other side, before tightening the bands in the same way there. As he stepped back, she wriggled round, a strange feeling going over her as she said “it feels – nice…”

“Good,” the man said as he passed another length of rope round her waist, and then let the ropes drop to the floor in front of her. She looked down, and then closed her eyes, groaning as he pulled the ropes back between her legs and up, the lengths rubbing on her as her skirt was hiked up, and the rope secured to her chest ropes.

“Oh….”

“Indeed – sit on the floor.” She slowly sat down, watching as he stretched her legs out, and then worked methodically, binding her ankles tightly with the ropes, then her legs below her knees, again above her knees, and finally her thighs, the silk of her stockings getting even lighter as each binding was cinched between her legs. It made her feel giddy…

The peeling and tearing sound made her look up, as red ape was pressed over her mouth – strip after strip until her face from her nose to her chin was red and shiny. She was then made to lie down, her ankles pulled back and secured to the rope between her legs.

She rolled onto her side, watching as the intruder opened the bag, and started to put her jade statuettes inside…

“Made a tidy profit – and she did enjoy being like that.”

“How do you know?”

“Watched her wriggle until she came to an orgasm – next hand?”

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