Satisfied for Christmas

The week before Christmas is always a particularly busy time for me – the clients of my employer find they need something special for the occasion, and who am I to deny them that?

For example, on Saturday I was invited to visit Cath at her flat. She is a very successful businesswoman, but like many she sometimes needs to – release some feelings, and I could certainly help her with that.

I was casually but smartly dressed, as I pressed the bell and she allowed me to enter the building – smart jacket, neatly pressed pants, shirt, and my bag with all I needed. Cath opened the door to greet me, and it was obvious she had spent a session at the local solarium, as well as her hairdresser – her skin was bronzed, and her hair neatly styled.

She was certainly dressed for the occasion – a gold long sleeved woollen dress with a wide belt round her waist, dark tights, and thigh high bronze leather boots. Offering me a drink, we sat and talked for a little while, before I asked her if she was ready to begin.

She nodded as I opened my bag, and removed from it a gold covered leather sheath, Cath nodding as she stood up and moved her hands behind her back, putting them together palm to palm. I carefully covered her arms with the leather and then pulled the laces tight so that her arms were held together behind her back, Cath smiling all the time. I then took the leather straps that were on the side and passed them round her body, framing her chest as I secured them together and held her arms against her back.

She then nodded and opened her mouth as I eased the gold rubber ball past her teeth, and fastened the straps tightly round her head, before I removed her glasses and placed them to the side on a shelf. Walking round behind her, I reached round and started to squeeze her chest, whispering into her ear – well, a gentleman never tells on these things, but it was what she had asked to hear, as she closed her eyes and moaned.

I carried on doing this for a few minutes, before I walked her into her dining room and made her stand at the end of the table, spreading her legs apart with my foot. I had brought with me two sets of ankle cuffs, fastening one around each ankle and then the other to the table leg.

“Stay there,” I said quietly, Cath nodding as I went to fetch one other thing – the wooden paddle from my bag. Smiling, I pushed her gently forward so that her head was on the table, lifted up the skirt and…

THWACK

Cath groaned as I brought the paddle down, and then rubbed her bottom, the panties visible under the tightly stretched hose. I then brought the paddle back again, and

THWACK.

I kept doing this, rubbing her bottom as she moved it against my hand, and then smacking her with the paddle, hearing her groans, feeling her becoming more and more excited as I continued, until I pulled her hose and panties down, and smacked her bare bottom, each whack of the paddle making her more and more aroused, more and more excited, until I threw the paddle away, lowered my own pants, and took her from behind.

She raised her head as she felt me inside her and groaned, pushing back against me as I worked with her, until I came and she screamed at the same time, satisfying both of us. I cleaned myself and Cath up, and let her come gently down as I adjusted my own clothing, then released her.

We ended the evening with champagne and a Christmas bonus for me..

Sunday required me to do a little roleplaying for Esther – a Jewish woman in her early sixties, of a larger disposition, who had left very specific instructions as to what was to happen.

I had on my burglar outfit for this – black jumper and pants, black shoes, black woollen hat, black gloves – and made my way to her home on the outskirts of a certain city. I also had a rucksack with all that I needed – and as I walked round the house, reaching up and pulling down the brim of the hat so my head was covered by the balaclava mask completed my preparations.

The back door was easy enough to open, and I walked quietly down the corridor to look in the front room. Esther was sat on a leopard skin patterned couch, wearing a tight black dress that had slipped down off one shoulder, the hem just above her knees. Her blonde hair was swept back, and her legs in a pair of over the knee black felt boots.

Smiling, I walked in and said “good evening – I am here to relieve you of your valuables. Do as I say, and you may find it – enjoyable.”

“You can’t make me do that,” she replied – but then I showed her the toy gun, and she nodded before she said “please don’t hurt me.”

“Then do as I say,” I repeated as I slipped off my rucksack, and took from the top a velvet bag. “Watch, jewellery, necklace – take them off and place them in here.” I smiled as she did just that, before I said “good – now, turn round, and put your hands behind your back.”

“You don’t have to do that…”

“Lady – just do as I say,” I replied, as Esther turned and crossed her wrists behind her back. Putting the velvet bag next to the rucksack, I removed the first length of soft white rope and used it to secure them tightly together. I watched as she flexed her fingers, and then removed the longer rope, doubling it and passing it round her body before I pulled it tight under her chest.

I then wound the rope round her upper body, again and again, pulling it tighter with each pass as her dress stretched over her now much more prominent chest, both straps of her black bra now visible as the shoulder slipped down. I heard her breathing – trying to control it, but the excitement was clear as I slipped the rope under one arm, up and around the back of her neck, and then under the other arm.

Grabbing another long length of rope from my rucksack, I doubled it over as I walked in front of Esther, and then passed the rope under the bands that framed her chest, puling them tighter as I fed the ends through the middle and tugged them down. She nodded as I walked behind her, and reached between her legs, listening to her gaps as I pulled the rope back and up.

Securing the ends, I reached round and started to massage her chest, kissing her neck and shoulders as I did so, Esther closing her eyes and rubbing her head against mine as I did so. She was responding to the situation, twisting round as I massaged her flesh, and then slipped her dress down, my fingers slipping under the cups of her bra as she groaned.

“Kneel down.”

As Esther got on her knees, I tied one end of a rope to the rope between her legs, and then walked in front of her, opening my pants as she looked at me.

“You know what you need to do.”

“Yes,” Esther whispered as she looked at my erect cock, and then kissed it, moving up and down and then kissing the tip before she started to take it into her mouth. As she sealed it with her lips and started to suck, bobbing her head to and fro, I added some encouragement by pulling on the rope, making the one between her legs rub on her as I felt myself responding to her attentions as well.

IT was a glorious time, as Esther worked on me and also felt her own body responding, and then she and I satisfied each other at the same time…

When I released her, I rolled up a black bandana, tied a knot in the middle, and used that to gag her as a thin white line went from the corner of her mouth. Laying her on the floor, I secured her ankles and then pulled them back, tying the free rope round them as I left her to “rob her.” When I returned, I slowly untied her, and we talked…

Monday was a quiet, vanilla kind of day for a regular customer. I walked into a bar, wearing a smart blazer over a blue shirt and dark pants, to see Kay sitting there, sipping a cocktail. The older woman had short cut blonde hair, and was wearing a short dress, the front grey with a picture of a fifties fashion drawing on it, the back and skirt black. She also had on dark hose, and a pair of knee length black leather boots.

“May I buy you a drink,” I said as I sat next to her. She looked at me, and nodded as she said “why not – vodka martini.”

I signalled to the barman, and we talked as we sipped our drinks. It was a short while later that Kay made to leave, and I offered to walk her home.

Only after we stepped out did I press the gun discretely against her back, and told her not to show any panic or fear, but to walk with me. She nodded slowly as we walked to a nearby car park, and headed to a quiet corner near the back of one floor.

As we approached, I opened the boot remotely, and told Kay to stand in front of it as I took from the interior a black plastic zip tie. She slowly put her hands behind her back, standing still as I quickly secured them together, then used a second one to secure her arms together at the elbows. Turning her round, I removed from the inside of my jacket a length of silver tape, and pressed it down firmly over her mouth to silence her before I lifted her into the boot and made sure she lay on her side, her legs bent.

Two more zip ties, one round her ankles and one round her legs below her knees, and then I closed the boot lid, smiling as I got behind the driver’s wheel and then headed off. I drove round for about an hour, before arriving at the destination and parking on the driveway.

I had made sure Kay’s handbag was in the front with me, as I took it and opened the door of where I had driven to, then checked nobody was watching before I opened the boot and lifted Kay out. Quickly, I carried her in and laid her on the couch, before I closed the door and turned the light on.

“So – think you can cut yourself free if I go?”

“Chrrshchn,” Kay said through the tape as she looked round the front room of her house, and then watching me as I smiled and left her to free herself…

Monday was Vanilla – Tuesday was chocolate deluxe.

Mary was surprised when I grabbed her from behind, my gloved hand over her mouth as we stood in her bedroom. She was dressed for a night on the town – a red off the shoulder dress that had thin strips down the arm where the shoulder panel was, the skirt tight, and cream leather over the knee boots. She had dark hair cut in a feathered bob, and wore glasses.

Glasses I asked her to remove, and place to the side, as I whispered into her ear exactly what it was I was going to do. Her eyes opened wide, but I said if she did as I asked, she would not be hurt, as I told her to lie face down on the bed, and put her hands on her head.

She nodded as I let her walk over, and then lay still as I reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. Folding them into a pad, I whispered into her ear that she should open her mouth – and she did so, allowing me to push the panties in and behind her teeth. I then doubled over a length of rope and used that as a cleave gag, keeping her panties where they needed to be.

I then bent her left ankle back, and used a length of rope to secure her ankle to her thigh, pushing her skirt up to make sure it was properly secured and cinched. Repeating the process on the other side, I smiled as I stroked Mary’s bottom, and then guided her hands down, crossing her wrists and then securing them together with rope.

I then helped Mary to get on her knees, noting the line of drool that was escaping from the corner of her mouth as I pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her bare chest. A chest that was forced up and out as I wound the rope round her, forcing her upper arms against her sides and framing her chest.

Each band was pulled tighter, as Mary groaned, before I secure the ropes behind her, then took them over one shoulder. I moved round and smiled a s I fed the rope round under the lower band between her breasts, and then pulled it back up and over her other shoulder, securing that behind her as well.

She then grunted as I pushed her face down on the mattress, and rolled her over, pushing her legs apart as I looked at her, wearing a blue boiler suit and balaclava mask. She looked at me as I leaned over and kissed her neck,. Then moved down and started to kiss her chest as she pushed herself up against me.

I kissed and sucked on her nipples as I opened the fly of my boiler suit, feeling how damp she was with my gloved hand as she twisted round, and then I entered her, feeling her grip me as I thrust forward and she arched her back to push back. It was a slow process as I continued to kiss her and slowly, gently bring her on, feeling her grip on me tighten as she brought her legs against me and we moved as one, seeking to give pleasure to each of us.

And when it came, she threw her head back and screamed out, her voice muffled but her pleasure clear as I gave to her. I had. Obviously, taken precautions as well, as when she finally slumped to the bed I slipped out and slipped it off, then disposed of it as I gently kissed her and brought her down.

I then cut her wrists and arms free, leaving her to free herself as I took my leave…

Wednesday was another custom roleplay for me, booked by a delightful lady in her late sixties called Shona. I could see her from a table near me in the mall, as she sipped on her coffee. The light blue sweater she was wearing was loose, but what was not loose was the tight dark blue jeans she was wearing, or the thigh high black leather boots she had pulled on over them. A gold necklace, and glasses made her look amazing, even with her light brown hair styled in that way.

As she stood up and collected her black leather jacket, I finished my drink and followed her towards the car park, smiling as we both got into the lift. She looked at me and nodded – then opened her eyes wide as I pressed the clear tape down firmly over her mouth.

“Don’t struggle, just do as I say,” I whispered as I took her arm, “you’re going to be my host for a while. When the lift opens, we walk to your car, and you do not raise the alarm. Understood?”

Shona nodded as we stepped out and walked to a blue Skoda Octavia. She found her keys and unlocked the door, getting behind the wheel as I opened the door and let her get in, then quickly walking round and getting into the front passenger sheet.

“Remain calm, drive home,” I said as I looked at her, Shona nodding as we moved off and out of the car park. Some time later, we approached a detached house, Shona waiting as the garage doors opened and she drove in.

“Turn the engine off, and put your hands together in front of yourself.”

As Shona did this, I bound her wrists tightly together with white rope, and then secured them to the steering wheel. “Wait there,” I said with a smile as I got out and took her handbag with me, closing the garage doors before I opened the door that led into the house, and went inside.

When I returned a few minutes later, I untied her wrists from the steering wheel and made her get out, leading her through the kitchen, into the hallway and up the stairs, and then into her bedroom.

“Lie on your back, hands over your head.”

Shona nodded as she did that, her head on the pillows as I took her wrists and tied the free ends to the metal headstand. I then took two additional lengths of rope, and used one to bind her ankles tightly together, the one her legs below her knees. Rach band was cinched by taking the ropes between her legs, as she twisted round and looked at me.

“There – how does that feel?”

“Whttduhwhnt?”

“To make you happy,” I said as I produced from my pocket a wand, and switched it on, rubbing it over her chest as Shona closed her eyes and started to try to move around. But I could see the light in her eyes, as I moved the wand under the top of her jumper and ran it over her chest, making her groan.

That was all she wanted, to be helpless as someone ran the wand over her entire body and made her feel so good…

Which brings me to today, and my current assignment. Yvonne is in her early fifties, and today was wearing a tight black dress and thigh high black leather boots, her patterned tights only just visible.

She had her red dyed hair pulled back in a ponytail, but right now she was looking in a long mirror as I stood behind her, wearing a black jumper and pants.

“I’ve told you where my valuables are,” she whispered, “now what?”

“Now,” I said as I ripped the end of a large roll of silver tape free, “you stand still, hands by your side, while I wrap you up.”

Yvonne nodded as I stuck the tape to her wrist, and then started to wind it tightly round her body, covering her arms as I took the tape up to her neck, encasing her in a silver sheath that hugged her like a second skin. Tearing the end free and patting it down, I then took something special from my bag, switched it on and slipped it into her panties, hearing her groan and the buzz before I tore the end free from a second roll of tape, and made my way down her body, bringing her legs together as her whole body was enclosed.

And now, there she is, lying on the floor, silver from toe to just below nose as she twists and moans. A perfect end to a satisfying week – for both of us…

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