Red Raids
As with so
many people who perform these acts, it started innocently enough, with his
mother. She was a tall woman, with long
brown hair, and she liked to dress casually, and she also loved to wear long
boots – and the ones he really loved were her knee length red leather ones.
She owned
various pairs, but the first time he did it she was wearing a pair of pirate
style ones, the cuffs turned down below her knees with her jeans tucked into
them. She was also wearing a dark
crimson cardigan over a white top, and he was sitting with her watching a film
where an heiress was kidnapped and held for ransom.
He was innocent
then, and asked if he could tie his mother up – and she loved him, so she agreed
he could do it. She went into the store
cupboard and come back with some old washing line and a pair of scissors, which
she cut into some lengths and gave to him, and then held her hands out in front
of herself, palms together.
He was very
nervous, but he managed to tie his mother’s wrists together reasonably tightly. Kneeling down, he used another length of rope
to tie her ankles together, and then sat with her as she wriggled round,
watching the film as he rested his head against her.
It was a strange
feeling to see her like that – and it wasn’t an unpleasant one. In fact, he liked it – and as his mother
looked at him and smiled, he wondered if she would like to play a slightly
different game…
The opportunity
came a few weeks later – he had been reading up on how to do this, so when she
came in from a shopping trip he asked her if he could tie her yup again. She was wearing a red leather jacket and her
jeans, the red boots a slightly darker shade and up over her knees.
As she turned
round, she saw him with a black bandana tied over his mouth, and pointing a toy
gun at her, so she raised her hands as he told her to sit in a chair at the table,
and then put her arms down behind the chair.
She smiled as
she did this, knowing this was just a game, and then saw the lengths of rope he
had cut beforehand. He picked one up and
walked behind her, then crossed her wrists and tied them together in a way he
had seen in a magazine he had found, the rope going around and between her
arms, before he tied them off and then secured them to a spar on the chair
back.
She was a
little surprised by this, but she loved him, so she said nothing as he walked
in front of her and took one ankle over to the front leg of the chair, and tied
the two together securely, then did the same on the other side. It was a simple tie, but she was certainly
held there, as he took some more rope and tied it round her waist so that she
was held to the chair back.
He stood in
front of her, smiling under the bandana mask, as he said he was going to rob
her – and then she did something that changed the way he was thinking. She said she was going to call for help, and he
could not stop her.
She then called
out, and he literally ran behind her and put her hand over her mouth. He had no idea what to do next – he wanted to
leave her, but she was calling out – and laughing under his hand?
He then
realized this was part of her playing the game, and he laughed as well as he
tried to figure out what to do. He then
pulled the bandana off his head, rolled it up, and removed his hand before he
pulled the band between her teeth, and tied it round her head.
She mumbled
something, and he sat in another chair as she playfully wriggled round, the
black cloth getting noticeably darker in her mouth as he watched, feeling as if
he could do anything.
And his mother
was loving it, so he wondered if there was more he could do…
The years that
passed meant he was growing into a handsome young man, and he was also getting
more and more skilled at playing tie-up games with his mother. In fact, he was also reading about other
things, and thinking about what he would like to do in his career – but to
further that, the last game he played with his mother before he left for
college would have to be the tightest yet.
That night, he
sat at the dinner table and described to his mother what he wanted to do. She was a little surprised, but because she
loved him, she agreed so long as he did not do anything – inappropriate.
She was wearing
red and black – a red cardigan and a new pair of red over the knee leather
boots, with a black jumper and leggings.
She nodded and knelt in front of a chair as she put her hands behind her
back, and he selected the first length of rope.
Crossing her
wrists, he tied them tightly together, taking the rope around and between her
arms, and tying the ends out of reach of her fingers. He then took a long length of rope and
doubled it over, passing it round her body and pulling it tight under her chest
before he wrapped it round her body, above and below, fixing her arms to her
sides as the bands pressed down and pushed the cardigan to the sides.
It was a
strange feeling for him to be doing this to his own mother, but she seemed to
be enjoying it as he took two smaller lengths, and passed them between her arms
and her body so that the ropes were tighter still. She then sat on the couch, watching as he used
even more rope to tie her ankles tightly together, and then her legs below her
knees.
His mother
twisted round, the ropes rubbing on her, and then nodded as he helped her to
lie on her stomach, and pulled her ankles back.
He was actually, physically shaking as he tied her ankles to the chest
ropes, but then she rolled onto her side and smiled at him, before she opened
her mouth and allowed him to push the cloth in, then cover her lips with the
sticking plaster.
He sat and
watched her as she wriggled round, loving the way she looked, and wishing it
wasn’t his mother, because if it wasn’t, he could kiss her, he could show her
how lovely she looked…
But it was his
mother, so he had to wait, and plan, and dream of the day he could really cut
loose. He enjoyed playing with his
mother, but he was a man now, and as a man, he had dreams, needs, desires…
It was his
sophomore year at college when he really got his first opportunity to let his
desires fly. Her name was Yvonne, and
she was a fellow student in his law group.
A sophisticated dame form South Carolina, slim with long blonde hair,
and she really had a thing for red.
They had been out
for dinner a couple of times, and then she asked if he would help her “Fulfil a
dream, darling” as she drawled. He had
agreed, and then when he picked her up for dinner that night he could only
stare at her outfit. The short red
jacket with sleeves that came just over her elbows and a large, large collar
over the white ruffed blouse… the long red gloves that covered her hands… the
red pleated skirt that came halfway down her long thighs… and the boots, red
leather ones, over the knee with two strips of gold and four inch stiletto
heels.
He complimented
her on how good she looked, and she smiled as they went out for dinner, but he
was aware of the tension between both of them, the anticipation…
He walked her
back to the rooms he was living in – his housemates had disappeared for the day
– and let her come in, asking if he could take her coat. She declined the offer, and then she put her
arms round his neck, and they kissed for a while. She then turned round and put her hands
behind her back, smiling as she said she’d do whatever the bad intruder wanted.
She had dreamed
of this, he had dreamed of this, as he wrapped a length of rope around her
wrists and pulled it tight, holding them together as he took the rope around
and between her arms. Tying it off, he
held her arms and kissed her neck, before he took the longest length of rope
and wrapped it round her body, pulling it tight under her chest so that her
arms were held against her sides.
As he wound it
round her, framing her chest, he could see the way it was forced up and out,
her blouse stretched over it, and she gasped softly with each pull, closing her
eyes and smiling shyly as he tied the ends off behind her back. She looked so wonderful like this, twisting
round, her scent in his nostrils…
She sighed as
he tied the rope off, and then sighed even more as he reached round and
caressed her chest, massaging her as she nodded. He then invited her to sit on his bed, Yvonne
watching as he knelt down and started to bind her ankles tightly together. The rope pressed down on the red leather, making
it squeak as her ankles were secured together, her moans getting louder as he
took the rope between her legs as well to make it more secure.
He then ran his
hands down her legs, before he took another length, and secured them together
below her knees, trying not to show his excitement too much as he wound the
rope around and between her legs in the same way. She nodded then as he stood up and came
behind her on the bed, one hand over her mouth as the other slowly opened her
blouse, and began to massage her chest, at first over the bra, and then
slipping his hand into the cups to feel her bare flesh.
IT was
intoxicating to him to hear her reaction as she squirmed round, pushing herself
into his hand as she felt herself getting warmer and more aroused as well. The feeling was entirely mutual – especially
when she felt the bump in his pants with her bound hands and started to stroke
it with her own fingers.
He whispered
something into her ear, and she nodded in agreement as she slipped down onto
her knees, and he knelt down, tying her ankles to her chest ropes – and then
stood in front of her, opening the front of her pants up and letting her see
his manhood in all the glory.
She smiled as
she shuffled forward and kissed it, a thrill running through him as he groaned
softly, and then she took it in her mouth, gently sucking and kissing as he
held her head. It was the first time
anyone had ever down that for him, and it felt so wonderful as he grew larger
there, feeling the throbbing, feeling the pleasure…
He was a little
ashamed when he jerked and came, but she took it metaphorically and literally, as
she filled him with pleasure, and then looked at him. He knelt and smiled, wiping her chin with a
cloth and then pushing it into her mouth before he covered it with silver tape.
She groaned as
he eased her bra down and kissed her breasts, sucking gently on them as he
slipped his hand between her legs and played with her there. She groaned as she felt the dampness, and
then her shivers as she reached an orgasm as well – and he knew he had found
his pleasure…
He always felt
at heart he was bad, but he knew to do what he wanted to do, to rob people, he
had to tie them up and distract them, so he did a few break-ins, but nothing
that truly filled his desires until he broke into a house in the outskirts of
the capital city, and was disturbed by twin sisters. They were in their early twenties, and both
wearing red mini dresses with brocaded coats over them, and red boots – one
with dark red velvet mid-calf, the other bright red and knee length.
They were both
taken by surprise, as was he, but he had a gun and he put a finger to his lips,
telling them both to kneel facing each other after they had removed their
coats. He had a roll of red duct tape
with him – by coincidence – and as he walked behind the first one he put her
hands together in prayer, and then taped her wrists together before he wrapped
the tape round her hands. He then
wrapped the rope around her upper body, framing her chest as her arms were held
to the sides, before he walked round and did the same thing to her twin sister.
He then put
their ankles together and secured them the silver band clearly visible round
the red cloth, before he wound the red tape tightly round their heads. They moaned as he did that, and he looked at
them – and then wound the tape over the eyes of one of them.
She twisted her
head round, as he knelt behind her sister, and started to massage her chest,
kissing her neck as she groaned and tried to get out of the way – with no
success. He then continued the massage
as she squirmed in his hands – and something inside him forced him to a decision,
as he put his hands in and pinched her nipples under the dress, making her
squeal. That made him shiver as well, as
he continued to arouse her, reaching his hand under her skirt next as she
squealed.
Why he did it,
he wasn’t sure, but he made her lie on her back and lifted her skirt up,
pulling her panties down as he kissed and used his lips and tongue on her sex,
making her squirm, making her squeal, making her cum…
When he
finished, he blindfolded her, and then did the same to her sister, before he
left them in the house, knowing he had found his calling…
The first one
in his new modus operandi remained burned into his brain – she had long red
brown hair, and was wearing a brown play suit with short sleeves, the legs
tucked into a pair of red leather boots with six inch ballet heels. She was alone at home, and when he put a
gloved hand over her mouth he took her completely by surprise. Oh she struggled, tried to call for help, but
he kept talking and eventually she calmed down, nodding as he told her to lie
face down on the couch, and put her hands behind her back.
He had lengths
of soft rope prepared, in a bag, and he used one to secure her wrists tightly
together, making sure the knot was out of reach of her long fingers, but there
was no way she could move them apart.
He then bound
her arms to her sides with the rope, making sure he framed her chest, before he
took the rope under one arm, pulling the lower band up more as he took it
around the back of her neck and then under the other arm.
Her ankles were
next, tied tightly together as the rope rubbed on the red leather, holding them
firmly together before he secure her legs together below her knees in the same
way. She looked back at him, asking what
he was going to do – and then she groaned as he squeezed her bottom hard. Well, she groaned – and then it was muffled
as he pushed the cloth into her mouth, and covered her lips with silver tape.
He loved the
colour red, loved it – but he was loving something even more, as he opened up
the front of her suit, pulling it down her under the ropes, pulling her bra
down as well and making her sit before he started to kiss her breasts as she
squirmed under her. She was groaning
now, unable to move as the ropes rubbed on her bare flesh, and then he moved
down, kissing her belly as he eased her panties down, and then kissed her
there.
He wasn’t a
robber – but he wanted to make women happy, and this worked for him…
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