Not A Robbery
– The WI
Susan, 24
“I have got
to admit, it is a fantastic day for this,” Susan said as she walked down the
road, wearing a blue wraparound dress, the ties acting as a belt and the heels
of her three inch sandals clicking on the pavement. It was a warm Sunday afternoon, and when
Sheryl had called to suggest that this month’s meeting of the local Woman’s
Institute could take the form of a pool style party at her house, Susan had
been one of the most enthusiastic supporters.
As her long
strawberry blonde hair moved in the slight breeze, she looked to the end of the
road, and the detached house with the high wooden fence running around the sides. Sheryl enjoyed privacy when she was at home,
and over the last few months as she had got to know the Chairwoman Susan had
understood that did not mean she wished to be a recluse – merely she wanted her
own space.
It also meant
they could be a little more daring in what they wore – a fact Susan mused on
when she considered the white string bikini she was wearing under the
robe. On a day like this, with a back
garden fenced so that nobody could see her, she knew it was going to be a very
relaxing afternoon.
When the
women met, they always walked through the gate and made their way round the
back, entering Sheryl’s house by the back garden. So as she walked through the gate, and closed
it behind her, she expected to hear Sheryl’s voice greeting her and some
refreshments laid out.
So when she
walked into the back garden, which stretched some distance from the house, she
was surprised to see nobody there – no sign of Sheryl, and the patio doors were
closed. All she could hear were the birds
in the trees that were a feature oh Sheryl’s place.
“Sheryl,” she
called out, “where are you?”
There was no
answer, and she walked to the patio doors, putting her hand on the handle – and
then froze as a large hand was placed over her mouth, and she felt someone standing
behind her.
“Do not
scream,” a male voice said quietly, “that is a gun you feel pressing on your
back, and I would hate to have to use it.”
She looked at
the smoked glass, and saw the man behind her, six inches taller, casually
dressed in an open necked shirt, and pants – but she could also feel the
pressure on her back, and when he said “If I take my hand away, are you going
to scream?” she simply shook her head from side to side.
“Who are
you?”
“Just a man
who wants you to feel special,” the stranger said, “now, very slowly, very
carefully, unfasten that delightful robe and take it off, leaving it on the
ground.”
“What do you
want? Where is Sheryl?”
“Hush –
remove your robe, and all your questions will be answered.”
Slowly, Susan
reached round and untied the belt, letting the robe slip down her arms as she
stood in the string bikini. “Very nice,”
the man said as he took her arms behind her back, and she felt the soft rope as
it was sued to secure her wrists together.
“Oh god oh
god oh god,” she whispered as he felt the rope tightening, and then his hand on
her arm as he said “come with me please, Susan.”
“How do you
know my name? What’s going on? What are...”
Her voice
trailed off as she saw the four wooden stakes hammered into the ground, and her
thoughts went back to a couple of months ago...
“It’s not
that bad a book, honestly!”
The seven women
were sitting in Cheryl’s front room, having come out of the monthly meeting and
enjoying a drink before they went their separate ways. Susan was wearing a black and white checked sleeveless
blouse, the front panels tied loosely in front of her,
and a long white skirt with Good Girl Art on the material, with black pumps.
Sitting next
to her was Bonnie, her blonde hair falling over the shoulders of her fawn
coloured jumper and her legs crossed, the cuffs of her jeans rising to reveal
her black ankle boots. She was in her
early thirties, while Joyce was in her early forties, her dark hair over her
white jacket. She also had on a black top and dark jeans.
Donna was
Jamaican, and was wearing a yellow dress with black dots and shoulder straps,
while twenty year old Mai, their newest member, was wearing a brown fur jerkin
over a black lace top, a short black skirt and long black leather boots with
gold zips on each side.
Then there
were the two oldest members. Mabel was a
bubbly older woman, who today was wearing a yellow knitted top and a knee
length blue skirt, while Sheryl was wearing a white short sleeved jumper and skirt,
a blue scarf round her neck and held with a brooch at her throat.
“Still – it
is a different form of reading,” Mabel said, “I mean, living out your
fantasies...”
“Oh come on,”
Donna said, “what fantasies?”
“I’m sure we
all have them,” Sheryl said as she looked at them, her white hair properly
styled, “in fact, let’s make that a challenge.
Let’s write down our fantasies, and put them in sealed envelopes. Then, in a few weeks, we can share them.”
The women
looked at each other, and then nodded as they took a pad of paper and pen,
started writing. Susan closed her eyes,
and thought of the old black and white film she had seen recently. It was a version of Sinbad, and at one point
the evil Caliph had taken the princess out into the desert, leaving her staked
to the ground as he rode off, unable to call out for help because of the cloth
tied over her mouth. She had been left
out in the sun to die, but the hero had come flying in
on his flying carpet, and rescued her in time, taking her to safety before the
final battle.
Ever since
she had seen that film, the scene had stuck in her mind, and it had grown in
her mind, to the point where not only had the hero rescued her, but he had made
passionate love to her, and now it was at the stage where the villain stripped
her and left her in the sand – but not before he had violated her as well.
As she wrote
this down, she glanced over at Mai, who was looking at her as well. She was the only other person who knew the
full extent of this fantasy, over a rather drunken conversation when they had
gone out for dinner and then back to her house the previous week. Mai looked over and smiled, but said nothing
as Susan folded the sheet of paper, put it in the envelope, wrote her name on
the front and then handed it to Sheryl...
“Sit down.”
She was
snapped back to reality by the pressure on her shoulder, and she turned round,
looking at the man as he helped her to sit on the grass, and then saw the gun
as he laid it within reach, and took two lengths of cord out of his pocket.
She was too
terrified to move, allowing him to tie the rope around her ankles, and then
spread them apart, securing them to two of the stakes as she suddenly said
“Please, don’t do this to me. Don’t...”
“Hush,” he
said as he walked behind her, and knelt behind Susan, her gasp as she felt his
lips on her neck as he reached round and gently groped her chest, his fingers pressing
between the strings as his lips travelled around her neck and back.
“Oh dear
god,” she whispered as she felt her breasts firming, her nipples hardening,
“What... What are you doing to me?”
“Making you
special, your highness,” he whispered as he ran his fingers over her nipples,
and then unfastened the cords holding it up, removing her top as he pressed
firmly into her chest, and she let out a loud “AHHHHH”
“I said to be
quiet,” he whispered into her ear as he groped her chest, “open your mouth,
Susan.”
“What are you
hhsshttnnn,” she said as she felt him push her bikini
top into her mouth, filling it and pressing her tongue down as he said “close
your lips.”
She did so,
moaning as he traced round her firm nipples, and then he took a white cloth
from a pocket, folding it into a wide band and then tying it round her head,
covering her mouth before he untied her wrists, and then laid her down securing
her wrists to the other two stakes so that she was on her back, arms and legs
stretched.
She looked up
as he knelt across her, and then started to rhythmically massage her chest,
Susan closing her eyes and moaning as she felt his fingers digging into her
breasts – and then her moans increased as she felt his lips on her nipples,
sucking gently as his tongue traced over the little mound.
“Hdrgddwhsthpnngntmmm,” she called out as she squirmed
round, arching her back as he continued to suck and kiss her chest, feeling the
dampness between her legs as she realised this was living out her fantasy. She opened her eyes, expecting to see him
remove his trousers as he continued to kiss and arouse her there.
So when he
moved down between her legs, and removed her bikini bottom, she braced herself
for what was to come. But there was no
sound of a zip opening, or of trousers dropping – so
as she looked up, wondering what was happening, she was shocked to see him smile
at her, and then lower his head as she felt his lips on her mound.
“HSWTTJSSSSSSSS!!!!!”
Her screams
went unanswered as she felt him use his lips and tongue to open her flower, the
petals parting before she felt his tongue gently work its way into her, and his
lips kissing her mound, the combination making her get closer and closer to the
edge as she closed her eyes, allowing herself to sink into the wave of emotions
and power that she was feeling, his caress on her bringing her to a point where
all she could do was allow herself to give all, shaking as she had the most
powerful orgasm she had ever experienced.
Eventually,
she collapsed to the ground, panting into the gag as she looked up into his
eyes. “Hmmsswtlrdd,”
she said as she watched him take a length of rope under her, and then tie a
knot at her waist, before he twisted it round and then pulled the rope up
between her legs, the cords pressing against her damp slit.
“Hruussmmgfddmdmsssnssss,” she then mumbled as he slipped a
vibrator under the crotch rope and into her, the sensations making her smile
under the gag and groan as she watched him through misty eyes, walking to the
side of the house and waiting as she vaguely heard more footsteps, and a
familiar voice...
Bonnie, 33
As she drew
up outside Sheryl’s house, Bonnie removed her sunglasses and looked to the
front windows. “Well, she’s certainly
got a good day for it,” she said to herself as she got out of the SUV, and
locked the main doors. She was wearing a
halter neck dress, made from light green cotton with a small floral print on
it, the hem sitting just above her knees.
As it was a
pool style party, under the dress was a light green halter neck bikini top and
briefs – well, a thong more than briefs.
After all, it was going to be a very private party, and why shouldn’t
she have a little fun as well?
Opening the
side gate, Bonnie walked round, but was surprised to find the rear garden
apparently deserted – although she thought she could a cricket or some sort of
insect chirping towards the rear.
“Sheryl? I’m not the first here am I?”
“No – no
you’re not.”
Bonnie
stiffened at the sound of the male voice, and at the pressure she was feeling
against her back. “Very slowly, very
quietly,” the man said, “let your handbag drop to the floor and raise your
hands. I promise you, I mean you no
harm, only to show you something wonderful.”
“What... What is it you want to do?”
“You’ll see,”
the man said quietly. “Look to your left
– do you see that fine tree there?”
Bonnie nodded
as the man said “Good – walk to it, hands in the air.”
As she walked
over, she could hear that buzzing get a little louder, but still had no idea
what was making the sound.
“Stop,” the
man said as they got to the tree, “and turn round,
then walk slowly backwards.”
Bonnie turned
slowly, and then walked back, until she felt her back against the trunk of the
tree.
“Let your
arms falls lowly to your sides.”
As her hands
fell down, Bonnie felt two hands take hold of her wrists and guide them around
the tree. “Oh my god,” she whispered as
she felt whoever this was the rope around her wrists, and her mind flashed back
to the last few months, to what she had written on her sheet...
Last week had
marked two years since she had divorced Grant, two years since he had walked
out on her, Sue and Grant Jr, and gone to live with Karl. Two years in which she had been forced to
rebuild her life and bring up two young children on her own, as well as keep a
home going.
So when the
kids had started to play a game of Cowboys and Indians, she had eagerly taken
part, even though she always seemed to end up been the helpless cowgirl, and
therefore had got captured. When they
had started, they had used skip ropes and tied her loosely, but she had played
along and struggled, even keeping quiet when they had tied a folded bandana
over her mouth.
But
as time had passed, and they had got better, so the ropes had got tighter, and
the gags more silencing. Their usual routine now was to take her to a
tree in their back garden, put her arms around it and tie her wrists together,
tie another band around her waist, and then finally tie her ankles so that they
stood about a foot apart, the rope also going round the tree. The gag now tended to be a knotted scarf, the
knot pressing her tongue down as the scarf was tied tightly round her
head. She could not reach the knots,
never mind undo them, and the scarf stopped her making any intelligible sound,
as well as drying her mouth out.
Once she was
safe, the kids usually went back indoors, leaving Bonnie there – and this had
been the time when she had started fantasising about her situation. At first it had just been the man who had
captured her kissing her, then he had started to
cuddle her, and – well, now it had got to the stage when he had stripped her
and ravished her, with her unable to do anything except enjoy it.
Naturally, it
had been a fantasy, but more and more lately it had been so strong that, once
Grant or Sue had released her, she had need a little “me time” as she had put
it to them, so desperate had she been to get some sort of relief. But then there had been last week...
Bonnie had
been to the local shops, and was still wearing her outfit of a white blouse,
jeans and knee length black suede boots when Grant had captured her. He and Sue had marched her out the back
garden, tied her to the tree, and used a rolled up red bandana with the knot to
gag her before they had gone in. They
had just walked into the house when the side gate to the garden opened, and
Donna had walked in, wearing a black t-shirt, jeans and sneakers.
“Bonnie? Sorry to call in unannounced, but I wondered
if...”
“Hmggddd,” Bonnie had said, blushing in embarrassment as
Donna stared at her – and then she had walked towards her, Bonnie seeing a funny look on her face
before she had stood in front of her – and then gently pressed her red lips
against Bonnie’s own.
This took her
completely by surprise, but when Donna looked at her she realised she had
started smiling. “Hmggddwhtrudnn,”
she mumbled, only for Donna to put her hands round Bonnie’s
head and kiss her again, this time Bonnie responding and kissing her back,
moaning at the unexpected and gentle feeling.
Donna then
stepped back, smiled and placed her hands on Bonnie’s
side, slowly stroking them up and down as she started to kiss the mother’s
neck. “Hseettlrldwhtrudnn,”
Bonnie moaned, but she couldn’t deny it.
Donna was turning her on, arousing her as she gently moved her hands
over her chest, and then smiled as she undid the top button of her blouse...
“Oh hi Aunt
Donna – what do you think of our captive.”
Bonnie’s eyes widened as Donna put a finger to
her lips, smiled and turned round. “Hi
kids – I need to talk to your mother if that’s all right.”
They hadn’t
talked about what had just happened then – and Bonnie had wanted to talk to
Donna about it today. Instead, she was
wondering what was going on as she felt the rope hold her wrists together
behind her back, as the man tied the knot, and then walked in front of
her. She saw he was about her height –
maybe a little taller – and casually dressed, as he looked at her, and said
“You are a very beautiful young woman, Bonnie.”
“How did youummmmm,” Bonnie said as he gently kissed her, reaching
round her neck and releasing the tie for the top of her dress, and then gently
pulled it down, letting it hang at her waist before he walked behind her
again. Bonnie wondered what was
happening – until she saw the ropes pass around her body and pull her even more
firmly against the tree, framing her chest as her bikini top strained to remain
in place.
She then felt
him pull her dress down, looking at the material as it gathered around her
feet, before another length of rope went around her waist, pinning her even
more firmly into place as she said “Please, tell me what it is you want...”
“For you to
know true pleasure, true release Bonnie,” the man said as she felt his hands on
her arms, and then saw the rolled and knotted headscarf as it was held in front
of her mouth.
“Now, be a
good and sensible mother, and open your mouth.”
For a moment,
she contemplated screaming, but there was something in his gentle tone, his
confidence, that told her it was the wrong thing to do, so she opened her
mouth, feeling the silk on her tongue as it was secured tightly round her head.
“Hmggddd,” she mumbled as he knelt down and lifted her feet,
removing her dress before he tied one end of a length of rope to her right
ankle. Spreading her feet apart by about
two feet, she watched as he passed the rope round the tree, and then tied the
other end to her left ankle.
“There – the
captive cowgirl is secured,” he said as he stood in front of her, “and what is
it she wants to happen now?”
“Whtruggnnnn,” she moaned as his hands stroked her sides
again, and then he gently kissed her lips, before he started to kiss her neck,
his hands stroking gently down her back as she tried to move.
She knew this
was wrong, that she was been held captive, but as he gently kissed her neck and
the top of her chest, she started to moan again, her body overruling her mind
as she started to twist and offered the side of her neck to him.
He then
looked at her, smiling as his hands gently pressed down on her chest, and
slowly, rhythmically started to move round them, his lips on hers and her neck
as he did so. She felt his fingers
gently pressing in, as her chest firmed up, and she glanced down to see her
nipples under the
tightly stretched top.
“Such a shame
that they are covered like that – allow me to deal with that.”
Bonnie’s eyes widened as he unfastened the
halter strings, and reached round her back, before the top floated to the
floor, and she looked at him, smiling as he said “such things of beauty need to
be appreciated and treated with great love.”
“Whtdummnmnmmmmmm”
she said as he held her breasts in his hands, and then gently squeezed
them, before he placed his lips on them and started to kiss, moving over them
as he caressed, and then sucked on her nipples, making her sigh and relax as
she felt him sucking on her, bringing them out.
It was wrong,
it was so.... Oh god, it was right, as
she felt his tongue run over her sensitive mounds, and she called out “hswtgdgdtsbtrrthnemjned.”
“I am not
finished yet,” he said as he continued to kiss her chest, but his hand slipped
between her legs, and she realised how wet her thong was. As he stroked his hand there, she said “Hgddddplssdttt” and as he removed the garment she steeled
herself for what was to come.
It was the
touch of his lips that she felt first, caressing and teasing on her as she
moved to be sure he could take her – but she didn’t hear a zip. Instead, she
felt the tip of his tongue as it traced across her slit, over her mound, and
then as she opened herself for him as it entered her passage, and she literally
shook as if an electric shock went through her.
Nobody – not
even Grant – had done that before, and it felt as if it was the most natural
thing in the world, stoking the fire she felt inside herself as he used his
tongue and lips there. Bonnie squirmed
round as he teased her, licked her, brought her closer and closer to the precipice
– and then she dived over, screaming out into her filled mouth as she came on
him, shaking as she had the greatest orgasm she had ever experienced...
She was
barely aware of him as he tied another rope round her waist, and brought it
between her legs, the pressure on her damp – no her soaking wet clit making her
moan even more as he tied it off.
And then she heard
that sound of the insects again, and felt the buzzing inside her as he slipped
the vibrator under the crotch rope and into her. She smiled as she felt the pleasure beginning
– and then she heard the moans behind her.
“Hssthrrr?”
“Bnneee?”
She
recognised Susan’s muffled voice, but was powerless to do anything, except moan
as she felt herself aroused again – and the garden gate open once more...
Joyce, 42
“What on
earth am I going to do about her,” Joyce said as she walked down the pavement,
the warm sun on her neck as her denim jacket opened to show the blue bikini top
she was wearing. A pair of denim shorts
and trainers completed her summer look.
The ‘her’ in
question was her daughter Teresa. She
was eighteen, but since leaving school her manner seemed to have changed
completely. From wearing conservative
clothing, she had been wearing shorter and shorter skirts, and her tops now
left virtually nothing to the imagination.
The soft
breeze blew her chestnut red hair back as she considered their recent
discussions on the subject. It had been
two days ago, when she had looked up from her chair to see Teresa heading for
the front door – wearing a pair of over the knee tight black leather boots with
five inch heels, a leather microskirt and a
see-through blouse with not a lot underneath.
She had
remonstrated with her daughter, whose response had been to look straight at
her, and say “if you try and stop me, I’ll tie you up and gag you, leave you
alone.” That had taken her back a
little, more for the direct way she said it than anything else.
And then
there was the way she behaved around the house.
It had been two years since her husband had passed away, but she had
never misbehaved to this extent at that time.
Leaving things on, her dirty washing piling up, little things maybe but
taken as an accumulating issue...
Again, she
had confronted Teresa on it, and her reaction?
It had been to sneer and say “if I’m such a bad girl, maybe you should
tie me up and spank me! Go on, punish
me!”
Joyce wasn’t
sure what was more upsetting – the attitude from her own daughter, or the way
what she was saying made her feel. Not
that talk of being tied up, gagged and punished upset her. In fact, that could not be further from the
truth.
After all,
before the death, she and Teresa’s father has been very much into the bondage
lifestyle. She smiled to herself as she
remembered one of her favourite positions.
She would be
wearing nothing except a short lace nightie, as her
husband secured her wrists and elbows together behind her back, and then
created a rope harness around her chest, sitting snugly as it stretched the
lace over her breasts and made her nipples even more prominent. From there, he would secure her ankles, and
her legs below her knees and round her thighs, before placing her in a tight
hogtie.
To silence
her, he would push a large rubber ball into her mouth, and then wrap micropore tape round her head to keep it in place. Finally, most wonderfully, was the crotch
rope, taking between her legs, under the waist rope, then round her wrists
before he tied it to her ankles. That
was – stimulating enough, but then to slip the vibrator underneath, and watch
as she was taken repeatedly over the edge...
A smile
played on her face as she thought about last night, watching that scene on a
DVD. Her husband had made recordings of
all their experiences, which had been placed on discs just before he died. She still had them all, safely hidden away,
and loved to watch them again, wishing she could feel that way again.
So, when
Sheryl had asked them to write down their fantasies, it had been the easiest
thing in the world for her to do. She’s
even managed to get Teresa to come to this meeting, and she had arrived before
her daughter to see if Sheryl could help her.
But now – a thought began to cross Joyce’s mind, as she opened the side
gate and walked into Sheryl’s back garden.
“Sheryl, are
you...” she said as she closed the gate, and then she saw the naked body of
Bonnie, tied to the tree as she wriggled and moaned.
“What the
hell...”
“Hello Joyce,”
a man’s voice said behind her as she stared at her friend, “very slowly, take
your jacket off and place it on the patio chair you see in front of you.”
“What’s going
on,” she whispered quietly as she folded her jacket and laid it down.
“Nothing for
you to be afraid of or worry over,” the male voice said, “do
exactly what I tell you to, and I promise you it will be an educational
experience.”
“Is this a
robbery? Where’s Sheryl?”
“Hush,” the
man said as he took hold of her arms and brought them behind her back, Joyce
gasping as she felt him wrap some rope round her arms, just below her elbows,
and then pull them together, the rope going around and between her arms as she
flexed her fingers, and tried to suppress a gasp of pleasure.
“It has been
some time, has it not Joyce,” she heard him say as she felt the rope around her
wrists as well, holding them securely together as she wondered how he knew his
name – never mind...
“Where... Where
is Sheryl,” she gasped as she felt the rope tighten between her arms, and then
felt as well as saw his gloved hands as he reached round and started to stroke
his fingers over her chest.
“I am sure
she is contented,” he said quietly, “as are the two who arrived before
you. And now, it is your turn.”
“What do you
mean, my... Oh
my god,” she whispered as the first band went around her body, lulling her arms
against her back as it was pulled tighter, and then she saw her breasts forced
out even more by the bands above and below, rubbing on her as they were
tightened.
She closed
her eyes, the old familiar feelings rushing back as he created the harness,
taking one length of rope under her arms and around the back of her neck, and
then a second length between her breasts in front of her, before he started to
massage her chest from behind.
“Oh Christ,”
Joyce moaned, “do you know what this is doing to me?”
“I have a
fair idea,” the man said as he held in front of her mouth a red rubber ball,
about the size of a snooker ball. Joyce
simply nodded and opened her mouth, biting down on the rubber before she heard
that strange sound, like paint peeling, and then the gentle pressure on her
face as he wound the white tape tightly round her head.
“Hmgdgdfnkuuu,” she mumbled as he continued his assault on
her chest, closing her eyes as she felt him untie and remove her bikini top,
the ropes rubbing on her bare flesh as his fingers gently caressed and teased
on her breasts. She also felt his lips
on her neck and back, as she wondered how far he was going to go.
Her thoughts
only seemed to be confirmed as she felt him unfasten and drop her shorts to the
ground, and then the rope around her thighs, her legs below her knees, her
ankles – in each place, the ropes pulling her legs firmly together, his hands
gentle as he took the rope between her legs, and then the touch of his hands on
her bottom as he kissed her on the back of her legs, making his way up to the
bikini bottoms – which soon disappeared...
She was
powerless to stop him as he lifted her in his arms, and then laid her on her
back on the grass, her eyes closed firmly as she felt his lips on her chest,
his tongue on her nipples. “Hgsssplslsssddmmm,” she said, as she heard Bonnie scream
again, the soft buzzing sound giving her a clue as to what was happening.
He must have
somehow read what her fantasy was, but...
She then gasped as she felt his lips on her sex, and then the gentle
caress, the way he was kissing her, his lips stroked over her, his tongue
working gently into her...
Even with her
late husband, this was a new experience for her, as she felt him lick her in
all those most private, most intimate places.
She was already feeling incredibly horny, re-living those memories
physically as well as emotionally, but as he used his tongue on her, she felt
the feelings build stronger than ever before, before she opened her eyes wide,
screamed and arched her back, her captor using his tongue to lick and absorb
the gush of cum as she had her first real orgasm in two years.
When she
eventually collapsed onto the ground, she sighed as she felt him tie another length
of rope around her waist, and then roll her over, feeling the rope as it was
fed between her legs and pulled up, sinking between the lips of her sex as he
took it round her wrists, and then pulled her ankles back, using the rope as it
rubbed against her to complete the hogtie.
“Thank you,”
he whispered into her ear as she heard the buzzing, and then felt it inside
her, the crotch rope keeping it firmly in place as she tried to think about
what had happened. He hadn’t... Well, not in that way, but he had done
something to her, and to Bonnie, and possible Sheryl.
Was anyone
else there? And, more to the point, what
would...
“Hmmsstwwttllrdd,” she suddenly said to herself as she felt
another orgasm coming, arching her back as it flowed over her again, and she
was dimly aware of a young voice saying “Mum?”
Teresa, 19
“So this is
the house of secrets,” Teresa said as she walked towards the end of the road,
“I wonder if Mum’s going to be a little more open and honest here than at
home.”
Joyce’s
daughter thought back over the last few weeks as she walked along, the heels of
her sandals clicking on the pavement.
She was wearing a white t-shirt, pulled down over one shoulder, very
tight blue shorts, and underneath the smallest bikini she could find, her long
chestnut brown hair pulled back and platted in a pony tail.
She didn’t
set out to upset Joyce, but it had been so frustrating trying to get the
message through to her about what she really wanted – ever since she’d found
the hidden compartment in her mother’s room, and looked at the DVDs in there.
As she was
growing up, she knew never to go into her mother and father’s room when they
were in there, and had wondered what the noises she had heard were. Now, as she watched the films, and saw her
mother, naked, bound, gagged, and her father playing with her, she understood
what it was she had heard – and she understood something else as well.
She realised
she was aroused by watching this, and wondered what it would be like to be in
that position – but the only person she could trust to do it was her
mother. But how to get her to do it,
without giving away she had seen the films?
And that was
when she had started to change the way she dressed, the way she moved, the way
she acted – all in the hope that her mother would get the hint, and so to her
what she had done in the past – but her mum had not taken the hint. Instead, she had become the dominant mum,
trying to lay down the law, but not carrying it through in the way she
wanted...
So when she
had asked Teresa to come to the meeting this afternoon, she thought that maybe
this would be the chance to talk, to come out and say what was really on her
mind.
“Just maybe,”
she said to herself as she walked to the gate in the fence and opened it, “just
maybe we can talk things out and...”
She stopped
as she walked in, her eyes wide behind her glasses as she saw her mother on the
grass, naked and tightly hogtied, a band of white tape round her head as she
arched her back and called out ““Hmmsstwwttllrdd.”
“Mum?”
“Hello
Teresa,” she heard a man say behind her, as a gloved hand covered her mouth and
she heard the gate shut behind them, “welcome.
I’ve been expecting you.”
“Omgdnss,” she said as she saw the other two women further
down the garden, “uvbnxpctnm?”
“That’s
right,” the male voice said, “so I want you to do exactly what I say, all
right?”
Teresa looked
at her mother, and under the gloved hand she started to grin. “You had noticed – and you set this up for
me?” She thought that to herself, and
then nodded as she said “llrlrttt.”
“Good,” the
man said quietly, “take off your glasses, and put them on the table, and then
take off your t-shirt.
Teresa looked
at her mother, who was panting on the ground, a strange sound like insects in
the air, as she placed her glasses down, and then pulled her t-shirt off,
revealing the two tiny triangles of red and the thin straps.
“Put your
hands behind your back.”
Slowing her
breathing, trying not to show her excitement, Teresa mover her hands behind her
back, feeling the man as he held her wrists together, the
soft cord as he wrapped it round them, and the pressure as he used the cords to
bind her wrists tightly. It felt as good
as she had imagined it, but it was also a lot more comfortable then she had
thought it was going to be...
She then felt
another length of the soft cord around her arms, and looked at her mother, her
arms secured at the elbows and wrists.
The shock as her elbows were drawn together made her shiver, as she saw
the way her chest was pushed out, and her bikini strained.
“That’s right
– you do as I tell you,” she heard the man say as she
looked at her mother, and whispered “thank you for doing this – you got the
hint after all.”
Joyce moaned and
shook her head, as Teresa sighed at the sight of a coil of rope passed around
her body, drawing her arms firmly against her back as it was wound above and
below her chest. It felt so right, so
secure, as it was then passed under one arm, pulled up and around the back of
her neck, and under the other arm – before it came back over, under the lower
band between her breasts, and back again.
The ropes
were rubbing against her breasts, forcing them out, giving the young woman
shocks as she wriggled, and felt them rub on her bare flesh. She glanced down and saw her nipples under
the tight fabric – and then the gloved hands as they reached round, and started
to massage her breasts.
“Oh god that
feels so good,” Teresa sighed as she felt the fingers on her chest, the tracing
over her nipples – and then the release as her bikini top was removed, taken
away and dropped on her t-shirt.
Teresa was
amazed at how firm and pert they looked, but as the gloved hands caressed her
again, and she felt the kiss on her neck, she closed her eyes and
shivered. Nothing had prepared her for
the sensations that were coursing through her body now, as her captor gently
pressed and pinched her.
“I’m going to
scream,” she said quietly, wondering how he would react, but as she opened her
eyes and saw the red ball in his hand, her heart almost exploded out. Opening her mouth, she tasted the rubber on
his tongue as he pushed it in, and then heard the sound of the tape removed
from the roll, and the pressure as he wrapped it round her head, sealing her
lips, covering her mouth, muffling her speech as he did so.
She was
unable to do more than groan as he made his way down her back, his hands
stroking her, his lips kissing her, and then she felt him unfasten her shorts,
pulling them gently down before his hands stroked down his legs, and she looked
down, watching as he started to bind her legs together below her knees, the
rope going between her legs as Joyce tried to move – only to groan and start
shaking again.
“Whtshhnngttmmm,” Teresa said as the man tied her ankles
tightly together, and then walked in front of her, Teresa looking at him before
he started to kiss the side of her neck, his hands caressing her buttocks as
the tiny patch of material over her sex grew damper.
She had
never, ever felt like this, as he moved his lips down, touching her throat, her
shoulders, her chest, her...
She almost
collapsed, weakening literally at the knees as she felt his lips on her
nipples, the gentle sucking as his tongue travelled over them,
and the squeeze of her hands on her bottom as he held her up. Lifting her in his arms, he continued to kiss
her neck as he laid her next to Joyce, and then knelt down, his lips and tongue
caressing her chest, her stomach, her navel...
Teresa lifted
her head as she felt his finger on her crotch, and sighed as he pulled away the
thong, and started to stroke over her sex.
Nobody had done this to her before, and she was enjoying every dammed
second as he worked over her, and then moved his head down, using his lips and
tongue on her...
She screamed
as the fire lit and burned bright, his tongue easily entering her passage and
finding those spots she knew were there, but never knew the full power of. She was still a virgin, but as she felt the
power and passion building inside her she didn’t know what was going to happen
to her – even as he pressed on, and finally tipped her over the edge.
It was as if a wall of fire swept over her, so good did it feel as she
arched her back and screamed. She felt
the flood between her legs as she shook, and he continued to use his mouth and
lips on her, drinking from her, bringing her gently back down as Joyce said “hmmswtlrdd...”
Teresa was
barely aware of him rolling her onto her side, and securing her ankles to her
chest, but when he moved her in front of Joyce, the two of them looking at each
other, she smiled and said “Fnksssfrndrstnnnmm.”
“Rullrrhhtt,” Joyce said as he passed a length of rope under
Teresa’s waist, and she screamed out at the feel of the cords on her damp and
sensitive clit. Joyce felt him removing
the vibrator from her, as he used more rope to pull their upper bodies
together, their chests pressed against each other as they felt their waists
brought together.
“Stthssswhtfllsslk,” Teresa said, her mother nodding as they
both watched him take a battery operated wand out, and then move it so it lay on their crotch ropes, tying it to them so that it
stayed in position. Teresa opened her
eyes wide and gasped as she looked at Joyce, her mother nodding to show she
finally understood. They would talk –
later...
Donna, 34
“Well, I just
hope she’s in a good mood,” the Jamaican woman said to herself as she got out
of her car, and saw Bonnie’s car outside Sheryl’s
house. Her strapless blue dress hugged
her chest as the skirt flowed down to her knees, her swimsuit snug underneath.
Her mind went
back to when she had called on Bonnie, and found her tied to the tree, unable
to move, unable to speak thanks to the scarf in her mouth. She had the feelings for Bonnie for some
time, but the opportunity had never really arisen to try and talk about them.
Somehow,
however, that had seemed the perfect moment, and when Bonnie had returned her
first, tentative, gentle kiss she had known there was something shared, and so
she had continued, Bonnie agreeing as they had shared a tender, special moment
– but then the kids had come out of the house.
For the whole
day after that, she had only one thought on her mind – Bonnie her captive, only
able to do whatever she demanded...
The following
night, however, she was watching a film where the heroine, under cover, had
been captured and was sold to the villain in a slave auction. As she saw the woman, her legs held apart and
tied to a long bamboo stick, her arms bent over another length of bamboo that
was positioned behind her back and her wrists tied together in front of her, a
bit gag made of bamboo as she was forced to stand for the bidding, and then led
off as a slave for whatever vile purpose...
As she
watched, Donna imagined herself as the captive, and Bonnie as the villainess,
standing over her in a pair of tight jodhpurs and riding boots, her blouse open
as she swung the riding crop down into her gloved hand...
So when Sheryl
had asked them to write down their fantasies, that had
been what she had written - herself sold to Bonnie as a slave, for her to do
with what she would. Every night she had
gone to sleep with that thought, every night since she had experienced the same
dream...
Walking up
the side towards the gate, Donna took a deep breath. “All right girl,” she said to herself,
“honesty, total... What the hell...”
She went
through the gate and stared at both Joyce and Teresa, naked, hogtied, gagged,
and shaking as they had an orgasm. Donna
turned to look to the patio doors, and then heard a muted scream coming from
the far side of the garden.
Walking
slowly in that direction, she said “Bonnie?” staring at the naked woman tied to
the tree, the knot in her mouth dark with saliva as she opened her eyes and
looked at Donna. She could see another
woman staked to the ground a further distance away, but before she could do
anything she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she heard a male voice say
“Excellent – I was wondering when you were going to arrive.”
“Who... How... Did you do
this to my friends?”
“You are not
in a position to ask questions,” the man said quietly, “your role here is that
of a slave, ready to be sold into servitude.
Do you understand?”
The word had
two effects on Donna – firstly, anger that he would say such a thing to someone
like her. But as she looked at Bonnie,
sweating, dripping, her eyes full of lust, a different thought entered her
mind.
“What would
you have me do, Master?”
Bonnie opened
her eyes as she heard that, looking at the man as he smiled and said “remove
your dress.”
Donna looked
at Bonnie, smiling as she reached behind her and unfastened the dress, the
garment falling to the ground as she stood in her swimsuit.
“Open your
mouth.”
Donna slowly opened
her mouth, wondering if he would use a scarf as well, but instead she felt wood
on her teeth, and realised as she glanced down he had placed a bundle of bamboo
twigs, tied together with leather thongs and then secured round her head with
two more thongs.
“Whssurdsrrr,” she mumbled as he walked in front of her, and
held up a length of rope. Placing her
hands together in front of her, she watched as he wound the rope around and
between her arms, securing her wrists tightly together.
He looked at
her and smiled, before he picked up from the ground a length of bamboo, and fed
it through her arms, pulling her wrists against her body before he used ropes
to lash the pole to her arms round her elbows.
“Now, that’s
better,” the man said as she looked at him, and stroked his arms down her
before he knelt down. Donna looked down
as he spread her legs apart, and then secured her ankles to another length of
bamboo, her legs held a few feet apart.
All this
time, Bonnie was looking at her, the sweat and juices flowing down her as she
watched the man make Donna shuffle in front of her, and then watch as he stood
behind her.
“Whtrruggngntdd,” Donna asked as she felt a line of saliva run
down her face – and then she moaned as she felt his lips on her neck and his
hands on her chest.
“Do not
move,” she heard him say as he tied some rope to the bar her elbows were
secured to, and then secured that to a branch above Bobbi’s head so that she
was bent slightly over. She moaned again
as she felt his hands on her bottom, and then travel round her as he pulled her
swimsuit down, exposing her flesh to the summer air and her nipples to the feel
of his fingers.
“Hswtlrrdd,” she moaned as she felt his fingers gently
squeeze her nipples, and then massage her chest as she felt his lips travel up
and down her back. She tried to move,
but that only increased her excitement – and so did Bonnie with her groans as
she had yet another orgasm.
Donna barely
registered as he moved in front of her, but then she felt his breath on her
breasts, his lips on her nipples, his tongue on her mound, and as she started
to kiss and suck she felt herself go both limp and hot.
As he moved
his mouth over her body, kissing, sucking, licking, Donna started to groan more
and more, raising her head to see Bonnie looking at her, her eyes full of
intent, her gaze intense.
Donna nodded
as she felt herself getting more and more turned on, and then gasped into the
bamboo as she felt him kiss her sex.
“Whtshhngngtmmm,” she moaned as the fire flared up between
her legs, his lips not dousing but increasing the intensity, and then she felt
his tongue trace over her mound, her flower opening as he entered her, and she
screamed into the bamboo.
The assault
was so gentle, but no less amazing as she felt the fire building, getting
stronger and stronger, until it threatened to consume her as she stood there.
And then he
found the spot, the one sweet spot, and she screamed as she shook, the juices
flowing with ease as he drank, and she felt so totally complete...
Eventually,
he stood up as she raised her head, panting and smiling, and looked at Bonnie,
the smile returned. She watched as he
tied a new length of rope between her wrists, and then passed it between her
legs, the cords sinking into her damp crotch as he pulled it up and secured it
to the bamboo her arms were hooked around.
Loosening the
rope attached to the branch, he moved Donna close to Bonnie, before he secured
the rope in a way that they could look into each other’s eyes.
She gasped as
she felt the vibrator pushed under the crotch rope and into her own
passage. She looked at Bonnie; Bonnie
looked at her, before they pressed their lips against each other, listening to
the other sounds and moans.
As Donna
looked at Bonnie, she hoped she could be both a good mistress and a good slave,
and then they kissed again, not hearing the gate as it opened...
Mai, 20
Ever since
that dinner with Susan, Mai has wondered about how it made her feel, and how
she felt about her friend. Now, as she
stepped off the bus and started to walk up the road, her wrap round floral
skirt hiding the matching bottoms and the sun shining on her top, she hoped
today they may have a chance to talk about it.
It had
stirred something inside Mai that she had not felt since she was sixteen, and
started to date “serious boys” as her mother had put it. That feeling of wanting to be helpless, and having someone else control what she did and
how she did it... She had never given it
voice, for fear of what her parents might think, but when they had discussed it
at the last meeting, the picture that had been growing in her mind had taken
full form.
She had
looked on the internet, amazed at what was available with a few simple search
terms, and discovered sites with other Japanese women in strict bondage. One in particular had caught her eye – the
woman was wearing lingerie, her arms folded behind her back so that her hands
were between her shoulder blades, back to back.
Her legs were bent, with bands of rope holding the lower limbs to her
thighs, and a large ball with holes in it had been secured in her mouth.
She was a fairly
flexible woman, and had managed to get her hands into that position – but she
had dreamt of been secured like this, and Susan standing in front of her,
looking down...
So, when the
time had come to write something down, she had written of been forced into this
position as Susan was staked out in front of her. How it made her want
to shuffle over, and kiss the other captive, in the hope she would return the
favour...
“Maybe she
will be open to at least trying some ideas,” Mai said to herself as she walked
up the side of the house. Opening the
gate, she let herself fin, and was struck by two noises. The first was like a group of crickets were
in Sheryl’s back garden. The second
sounded as if someone was groaning. No –
not someone, several people.
She looked to
the patio doors, and saw the reflections, before slowly turning round and
saying “oh my...”
“Hush,” a man
said behind her, as she felt a gloved hand over her mouth. “I want you to do exactly what I say, and I
promise you, you will experience complete satisfaction. Nod if you understand.”
Mai slowly
nodded, unable to believe what she was seeing as the man said “I am going to
take my hand away, and I want you to let your hands drop slowly to your side.”
As she did
this, Mai felt the man take her wrists, and guide them behind her back, gently
turning and moving them until she felt them pressing between her shoulder
blades. She then felt the pressure of
the rope as he started to bind her wrists together, realising he had put them
in the same position as her fantasies.
“Who are
you,” she said as he bound them, “and what have you done to the others?”
“Given them
pleasure,” he said as she felt her elbows been drawn together, Joyce and Teresa
both looking up and slowly nodding before they began to shake. She twisted round as he then started to wrap
rope around her upper body, pushing her forearms against her back as her upper
arms were pinned to her sides, the rope framing and forcing out her chest even
more.
“And
the others?”
“We shall go
and see them,” the man whispered into her ear as he tied the rope off, “but
first, you need to be quiet.”
“What do
you...” Mai’s
eyes widened as she saw the white plastic ball, holes drilled all round it, and
the thin leather straps that were secured to either side.
“Open.”
“No,” she
whispered as she closed her mouth shut – and then felt his free hand on her
chest as he started to gently massage her, her muffled gasps only seeming to
encourage him as she moaned more and more before she had to let that noise out.
“Hmmgdd,” she then mumbled as the ball was gently eased into
her mouth, the straps secured round her head and over her long black hair
before she felt him untie and remove her bikini top.
She was
powerless to stop him as he teased and massaged her chest, feeling the flesh firming
as he did so, closing her eyes as she tried to move her arms with no effect
whatsoever.
“Whtruddngtmmm,” she moaned as she then felt him kissing her
neck and shoulders. “Whrrsss ssn?”
“Would you
like to see the others?”
Mai slowly
nodded as she was made to walk down the garden, and then stopped to see Bonnie
and Donna as they stood facing each other, their lips meeting and their eyes
closed.
“And then,
there was the first guest to arrive,” he said as he walked her a little further
– and she saw Susan, naked, arms and legs spread out and secured to stakes, a
white cloth tied round her head and a rope tied between her legs.
She raised
her head, and moaned “Hmggddmeee?”
“Hllsssn,” Mai said as her skirt was taken off, revealing
her bikini briefs as she was forced to kneel, and then to lie on her back. She looked at Susan, her body gleaming with
sweat, and then gasped as her left leg was bent over, and she felt rope securing
her ankle to her thigh.
She looked over
as the tall man wound the rope around and between her limbs, and then tied a
second length below her knees, repeating the process on her right leg. She realised, somehow, her fantasy was coming
true – and the mere thought of that made her feel damp between her legs, as she
was made to lie on her back.
She looked up
as the man spread her legs apart, and started to massage her chest as he kissed
her neck, the sensations running through her as she moaned inexplicable,
amazing in their strength. It was as if
she had a current of electricity running through her – and as he began to kiss
her chest, his tongue gently stoking over her nipples before he started to suck, she arched her back and moaned.
“Hmmmlrd,” Susan moaned in reply as the vibrator in her
drove her over the edge again.
Mai glanced
over and then moaned even more as she felt him sucking on her, and his hands as
they stroked over her soaking bikini briefs – briefs which were then removed,
as she felt him touch her there.
“Hmmmsettllrd,” she moaned as she wriggled round, and then
felt his lips move away from her chest, her breasts throbbing now with the
ropes and his attention. She was
wondering what was happening, as she felt his finger slowly, slowly move up her slit, and then...
The first
touch of his lips there made her groan, the second made her gasp, and then each
subsequent kiss made her move around.
The fire that had started seemed to flare up, as she looked at him and
said “rugggnntrpmmm?”
“Hdsntt – wttt.”
Mai looked
over at Susan, who nodded and smiled as she felt his lips again and again, and
then felt his tongue as he moved it up her sex, stroking her mound, tasting her
petals and then gently entering her...
It was like
fire and ice at the same time, as Mai screamed into her gag, so strong were the
feelings as she groaned. His tongue
seemed to know exactly where to go, as she arched her back, unable to stop
herself as she experienced her first real, true orgasm at the hands of someone
else.
It was like
nothing she had ever experienced before, so strong, so good, so pure...
She felt
herself cum as the man, whoever he was, licked and took care of it, which only
seemed to increase her excitement.
Eventually, however, she slumped onto the ground, panting as she watched
through misty eyes while he tied a crotch rope onto her.
Now she knew
what had happened to the others, as she felt the pressure on her damp and warm
flesh, heard the buzzing sound and felt the effect as it was slipped into her,
the crotch rope keeping it in place.
She was so
relaxed, so sated, she offered no resistance as he moved her so that she was
straddling Susan’s body, and then made to lie on her, their chests rubbing as
he used more rope to secure their bodies to each other, as well as their legs.
“Whhthppnndd,” Mai said as she looked at Susan, and then she
started to move in response to the vibrator, Susan mimicking her moves as they
started to gag kiss.
They barely
noticed the man as he walked off, and looked in the patio doors, before an
older woman said “oh my god...”
Mabel, 54
Sitting in
her car, Mabel looked at herself in the rear view mirror, and then down at the
white tube dress she was wearing, the Lycra hugging her figure and covering her
white strapless swimsuit underneath. She
wondered if it was too daring for today, even with her stylishly cut brown hair
that was flecked with grey, but – well, given what Sheryl had said when they
talked last night, she felt a bit bolder.
And she also
had her own little secret as well – although in the case of Mabel, that
stretched back to the previous winter, and the day she met Charles. He was doing a placement visit to the local
art school, and she had answered an advertisement for a mature nude model. As a young student in the eighties, she had
done her fair share of nude still life modelling, and had enjoyed it, so when
they met he had instantly offered to let her pose.
Well, it had
started conventionally enough, Mabel sitting on a stool and posing as he went
to work. After a
little while, however, she had began to shuffle around a little, making him
stop and look at her. She’d
apologised, and said perhaps he needed to make sure she really could not move.
There was, on
a table to the side, a pile of cords, and she glanced over at them as she said
this. She’d meant it as a little joke,
but then her eyes had opened wide as saucers as he walked over, picked up a
length of rope and guided her arms behind her, securing her wrists to each
other behind her back.
She had been
taken by surprise, and was wondering what was happening, but it hadn’t felt so
bad – in fact, when he had bound her ankles side by side, it had felt rather
good. She sat still as he went to work, and then waited as he brought the
painting over and showed it to her.
It was a good
painting, and it had captured something in her that was surprising, and yet
very nice.
More than
nice, actually – she felt a strange feeling as she looked at it, a feeling that
had been growing in her as she had been forced to sit there. As she looked at herself, Charles has smiled
as he said “I think I have captured the inner you, Mabel – would you like to
hear an idea I am having?”
And
so had begun the most intense month of Mabel’s life.
She wasn’t a thin, well built model – she had lumps in all the wrong
places, and was a little dumpy and overweight, but each night she had gone to
the studio, and Charles had bound her – progressively more strictly, as well as
gagging her. By the end of the fourth
session, she had rope framing her chest, her legs tied above and below her
knees, and a knotted cleave gag in her mouth.
By the end of
the second week, she was hogtied, her mouth stuffed with silk and a wide band
of tape covering her mouth. And with
each new position, she had felt herself more and more aroused, and Charles
seemed to be getting more and more inspired.
He had only a
month there, but their mutual trust and respect had grown so great that, but
the time of the final sitting, Mabel had told him her fantasy, and he had
agreed to act it out. He had bound her
arms behind her, with rope holding her elbows and her wrists, and placed her in
a strict strappado, her arms raised behind her and
secured to a hook in the wall. She had
her ankles secured tightly together, and ropes below her knees and around her
thighs, each band tightly cinched between her limbs.
From there,
he had – well, spanked her, for want of a better word, and spanked her
hard. Any calls were muffled by the
large red ball gag in her mouth, and with each smack and gentle caress she had
got more and more aroused. This was what
e had captured in that painting – the look of pure lust, pure desire, in her
eyes as she had looked at him, wanting him to take her and remind her that she
was a woman first and foremost.
Which,
thankfully, was what he did, gently and tenderly, but for the first time in
decades she had experienced a real orgasm.
Afterwards, he had painted another picture of her, sated, fulfilled, and
then released her.
He had
returned home soon after that, and Mabel had read of his award winning show, where
the pictures had been displayed. Charles
had never revealed who the model was, and although people tried (or claimed to
try) to find out, nobody had come to her door.
If they had,
they may have seen Charles’ gift to her – copies the two paintings from the
last session, as well as one of her bound to a wooden chair, her legs spread
apart, and one of her hogtied, which hung on her bedroom wall, where nobody
ever went. They were valuable, but she
would never part with them, or the feelings the memories gave her.
There was one
thing – she longed to have that release again, and it was that last pose, that
last sitting, which she had written down on the paper before giving it to
Sheryl.
And now, as
she sat outside Sheryl’s house, she took a deep breath and got out of her
car. She walked purposefully up the side
of the house, and opened the garden gate, stopping at the sight before her as
she said “oh my god...”
The other
members of the WI were all there – as well as a younger girl – but they all were
naked, all were trussed up, all were gagged, and all were...”
“Hello,” a
male voice said as a gloved hand was clamped over her mouth, “you are the last
to arrive, and you are the one I have looked forward to the most.”
“Wtthhlslsggnnn,” Mabel said, the
sound of the other six women and that buzzing sound...
Her eyes then
opened wide as she saw the large red ball held in front of her, the leather
straps on either side, as the man said “I wish to show you something truly
special – but first, you must be silent in order to appreciate it. Open your mouth, nice and wide, if you would
be so kind...”
Looking round
one more time, Mabel slowly nodded, and as the gloved hand was taken away she
opened her mouth up, allowing whoever this was to push the ball in and then
fasten the straps round her head. He
then stroked his hands down her arms, making her shiver as he guided them
behind her, and then wrapped what felt like soft rope around her limbs, pulling
her elbows together as much as he could before he secured them.
“WHhrruuu?”
“Hush,” he
said as he placed her wrists together, Mabel making fists with her hands as he
bound them tightly, the rope going around and between her arms, holding them
firmly as he then pulled her dress down her body, revealing her swimsuit.
“Beauty such
as yours,” he whispered behind her, “should not be hidden from view, nor should
age be a barrier to pleasure.”
“Whtrdudmmnbyytthhmmgddd,” Mabel moaned as she felt his
hands on her chest, caressing, squeezing, and she started to go a little weak
at the knees.
“No – walk
with me,” he said as he pressed against her, making her walk past the two women
on the ground, and other to another of the trees in Sheryl’s back garden. Stopping, she felt him tie some more rope
between her arms, and then they were lifted behind her, making her bend over as
he passed the rope over a branch and secured it to her elbows.
“There –
isn’t that nice,” he said as his hands moved over her chest again, Mabel
starting to drool as she found herself unable to stop the response her body was
making. She could feel her breasts
firming, her nipples hardening, and then there was that fire that was starting
to burn between her legs again...
So as he
slipped her strapless swimsuit down her body, and then began to bind her thighs
together, the rope going around and between her legs, his gloved hands stroking
them with each pass, she moaned and started to wriggle round.
“Hold still,”
he said quietly as she felt his hands move down her legs, “or I will have to
punish you.”
“Hmmmssnsss,” Mabel whispered as he bound her legs below her
knees, and then her ankles, each bind cinched tightly between her legs, before
he stood up and said “I believe I told you to be quiet?”
“NudddnnMMMMMMMM” she called out as she felt his hand come
down hard on her bottom. She grimaced
for a minute, but then felt it again, the smack sounding around the gardens as some
of the other women looked over.
He then
caressed her bottom, his lips on her back as she relaxed – and then another
hard smack, as the fire started to burn brighter. This went on for what seemed to Mabel to be
an eternity – the smacking and caressing, the kissing of her back, as she became
more and more aroused at her situation.
And as she
did so, she felt the dampness between her legs, as with each new smack, each gentle
caress, she wanted to feel that sweet release more and
more. She started to sway from side to
side, the branch creaking as the rope rubbed against it, before she threw her
head back after another smack and said “Frrthlfflfgddgddffkkkmmmm!”
“Hush,” the
man said as he walked round, and knelt in front of her, massaging her bottom
again as he began to kiss her chest, sucking gently on her nipples. This drove Mabel even more
crazy, as she felt her body groaning for someone to take her, but all he
did was continue to kiss her chest as he caressed her bottom, and then he
started to move his head down.
With Charles,
he had taken her totally, and it had felt so good – but this man wasn’t doing
that. Mabel groaned as she felt his lips
on her, kissing her, his tongue licking her and crossing her mound as she
started to shake. The fire was almost inexorable
now, as she looked down at him a thin line of drool dropping off the ball gag
as she said “pllsssss.”
“Of
course.”
And with that
she felt his tongue entering her, touching her, licking her juices and stirring
a fire to an even greater point. She
didn’t know how to cope with this, until with no warning she stiffened, and
then screamed, throwing her head back as the most powerful orgasm of her life
shot through her, making her shake uncontrollably as he kept kissing and
licking her...
Eventually,
she slumped, her head down as he stood up and looked at her.
“There –
isn’t that so much better now?”
Mabel nodded
slowly as she felt him tie a rope around her waist, and then pull it between
her legs, the cords sinking into her as he secured them, and then pushed a
small cylinder into her, held in place by the ropes.
“Whhhtsshppnnnww,” she said as she expected him to leave,
but instead she felt him untie her legs, and then release her arms from the
tree as she slowly stood up. He then
used the rope to secure her arms against her back, framing her breasts as they
were forced even more up and out.
Looking
across, she realised that Mai was tied on top of Susan, while Donna and Bonnie
were facing each other at another tree.
“Come with
me,” the man said as he tied the ropes off, and then made her walk forward, the
ropes rubbing against her and making her almost drop to her knees. As they approached the house, she realised it
was Joyce and her daughter, Teresa, she had seen when they had first arrived.
Stopping
outside the tinted patio doors, Mabel lifted her head as the man opened them up
fully – and she saw the woman, sitting in the chair, looking at all of them.
“Hmggddd – shrrrl?”
Sheryl, 57
When Sheryl
had brought this house, some ten years ago, she had chosen it with great care
and for a very good reason. It wasn’t
just because, as a writer, she needed somewhere that would allow her to have a
large home office. Nor was it just the
fact that the house came with such a large rear garden, with a high fence.
The real
reason was more to do with her own tastes – and the clincher of the deal had
been the tinted windows front and back, which allowed her to look out and
nobody to look in. That privacy was
exactly what she needed to indulge one of her own personal fantasies.
Ever since
she had been a teenager, Sheryl had been into self bondage, starting at first
with belts and scarves, then moving on to ropes, but at this stage in her life
she preferred the feel of chains. But this house, with the front looking onto the main street and the
bus stop...
Every morning
and evening, she would take from the freezer a frozen ice cube, within which
was a set of keys. By the front patio
windows of the main room, she would put a kitchen chair, and attach the keys to
the side of the chair with a small chain.
She would then tie a crotch rope rightly round her naked body, and once
it was in place put in a vibrator set to the maximum setting.
She had just
enough time usually to sit down and chain herself to the chair, having first
taped her mouth over, and cuff her hands behind her back, before she started to
feel that arousal. Out in the street,
people were going to and from work, waiting for buses, getting into cars,
talking – and just a few feet away, Sheryl was screaming in ecstasy, unable to
stop what was happening and loving every delicious second...
She hadn’t
done that today of course – not when the other ladies were coming round for the
pool party. She had spent part of the
morning getting the food and drinks ready in the kitchen, before she had taken
out their fantasies and looked over them.
Looking
round, she left the papers on a table, and removed her rope, deciding she had
time for a little self-indulgence before she got ready. Picking up the chain, she fastened it round
her waist, and then felt the metal on her sex as she pulled the chain between
her legs, and padlocked it into place.
Sitting down,
she took a set of ankle cuffs and secured them around her own slim legs, before
setting a timer.
“I can
indulge myself for an hour,” she said to herself before she picked up the
folded scarf – the blue and white one she loved so much – and pushed it into
her mouth, before taking the wide strip of white tape and pressing it firmly
down over her lips and jaw.
Taking the
cuffs, she left the keys on the table, next to the timer, and secured her
wrists behind her back, and then settled on her side, her head on the armrest
as she smiled under the tape. A little rest, and she would be ready for the party...
It was the
slight cough that woke her, Sheryl blinking as she looked at the timer. There were still five minutes to go, so what
had...
She looked
up, her eyes going wide as she saw the tall man standing there with the keys in
his gloved hand. “Hello Sheryl,” he said
quietly as he looked at her, “I see you’ve had a good rest. Thank you for allowing me to call on you – I
was especially intrigued by the stories I read on the table.”
“Hmggddhrruu,” Sheryl said, the chains rattling as she felt
them rub on her sex.
“A lovely
house as well – so discrete,” he said as he looked round, and then helped her
to stand up. “Let us repair to your
kitchen – I think you will like what I have planned.”
Cheryl
wondered what was going to happen as she walked, the chains rubbing on her clit
as she felt the sweat under her white hair.
She could see a kitchen chair set in front of the patio doors that led
out to the garden – a chair he made her sit down on, before he uncuffed her hands and took her arms around the chair back,
re-securing them with the chain of the cuffs taken around the chair back.
“Whtrrugnndtddtm,” she mumbled as she felt the damp silk on
her tongue.
“Ah – I am
going to show you something wonderful,” the man said as he showed her a large
bag. Opening it, he took out four
chains, before unlocking her ankle cuffs and spreading her legs apart. Using the small chains to secure her ankles
and legs to the front legs of the chair, she looked down at her clit, the chain
rubbing on it.
He then
walked behind her, and she felt his gloved hands on her chest – and so had
begun his arousal of her, his hands making her chest firm as her nipples
hardened, and then his lips and tongue continuing that job. She’d tried to twist out of the way, but then
the chain had rubbed on her, and the effect that had on her was just as
effective, as she started to moan, feeling the dampness on the cold metal.
She had soon
begun to sink into her arousal, when she felt his lips and tongue on her chest,
sucking and licking gently, and then he had knelt between her legs, his lips
travelling down...
As he moved
the chin to one side, and she felt his lips and tongue, she moaned and allowed
him to enter her – and the new feelings, the intensity she had never felt
before, the burning fire that engulfed her, as she shook in the chair, unable
to contain herself before she screamed at the peak of the greatest orgasm of
her life.
And all
through it he kept kissing, licking, probing, until she slumped in her seat,
panting though her nose as he looked at her.
“Thank you,” he
said as she heard her own vibrator on full power, and then felt it inside her,
the chain keeping it in as he slipped out of the door, and closed it behind
himself.
She had sat
there, unable to do more than moan as Susan had arrived, and been taken by him,
watching as he took her to the far end of the garden and did to her what he had
done to her. One by one they had
arrived, and she had watched him with each one of them, having her own orgasms
as he left them to their own pleasures.
And with each
new arrival, the buzzing had grown louder, and her own orgasms had come again
and again and again, as she ached more and more...
She could see
him walking Mabel over, and then the doors had opened, Mabel staring at her and
saying ““Hmggddd – shrrrl?”
as the others tried to look.
“Well, this
has been a most fulfilling afternoon,” he said as he made Mabel sit on Sheryl’s
lap, the two older women looking at each other as he walked round, and pulled
Mabel’s legs to the rear of the chair, securing her ankles to the rear legs.
“Hffussnnfryyfn?”
Sheryl nodded
as she felt rope pulling Mabel closer to her around their bodies, their chests
pressed against each other as the man secured them together. He then reached between both of them, Mabel
groaning as she felt the vibrator under her own crotch rope start full force.
Sheryl slowly
turned her head and looked as the man went to her freezer, and took out a large
ice cube, her eyes widening as she saw the keys frozen inside.
“There,” he
said as he attached the chain from the cube to the back of the chair, “that
will melt eventually, and your time like this will be at an end. Until then, I am sure you will all find
something to distract each other.”
“Whhhh....”
“Because you
all deserve it,” he said with a smile, “but I strongly suggest you all show
some discretion when discussing today.”
Mabel and
Sheryl looked at each other and nodded, Sheryl moaning and closing her eyes as
she felt another orgasm coming, and then the pressure on her lips. She opened her eyes to see Mabel kissing her,
the drool running down her own taped mouth as she returned the kiss.
One thought
was clear to Sheryl in all this, however – their meetings were going to be very
different from now on...
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