Repeat Appointments – A Decision
Slipping on her
denim jacket, Nadia sat on the foot of her bed and put on her old white
trainers. It was February the 14th
and Tom had said something about this being a very special day – but nothing
about in what way it would be…
Standing up,
she walked and looked at herself in the mirror – white blouse, grey skinny
jeans, white sneakers, and her lilac hijab in place as usual.
“Well,” she
said to herself quietly, “I guess I just have time to take a quick selfie and
post it.” She picked up her mobile phone
and posed in front of the mirror, her head to the side as she took a picture –
and then felt a gloved hand over her mouth, as a familiar voice whispered
“Thank you, my dear – now the Selfie Snatcher is here to take you away.”
“Hnnhhwhtwhllehdhhh,” Nadia giggled as she recognised Tom’s
voice.
“Do exactly
what I say, and there will be no problems,” he whispered into her covered
ear. “So first things first, put the
phone behind you, and then put your hands behind your back.”
“Are you going
to kidnap me,” Nadia whispered as she felt the rope around her wrists, securing
them together as it went around and between her arms.
“I am indeed,”
Tom replied, Nadia shivering at the thought of another day in his arms as his
captive… As the rope was pulled tighter
between her arms, and tied off, she said “you’ll never get away with this.”
“Oh I think I
will,” Tom said with a smile as she saw a rolled white scarf in front of her
mouth. “Now, open wide – I need you
reasonably quiet.”
“HLLLLHHPPMMM,”
she called out playfully as the scarf was pulled between her lips, pressing her
tongue down as she bit on it, and felt it tighten on her cheeks as the ends
were secured at the base of her neck.
She was then gently pushed onto the bed, as she felt Tom cross and
secure her ankles together as well.
“There now,” he
said as she looked at him, in his denim shirt and jeans, “I think you’re ready
to take to my lair.”
“Uhllnfffghthewffthss,” she said as she squirmed round.
“do you know
what – I think I will,” Tom said before he lifted the struggling Nadia onto his
shoulders, patting her on the bottom as she wriggled round, and then out of her
room, down the stairs, and through the kitchen into the garage, where his car
was parked, the boot already open.
He turned round
as Nadia looked, and saw the rug laid out inside, the cushion for her head
waiting as he gently laid her in the space.
Taking more rope, he bent her legs and secured her ankles to her wrists,
before saying “comfy?”
“Ysshfhnkks – whrrhrwghn?”
“It’s a
surprise,” Tom said as he closed the boot and then left Nadia in the dark. She wondered where he had got to, until she
heard several doors opening and closing, both in the house and in the car, and
then felt the vibrations as the engine started up, the car moving slowly away…
Nadia relaxed,
knowing she was in safe hands, especially when the road got rougher. Eventually, the car stopped and she saw Tom
as he opened the boot.
“We’re here,”
he said as he lifted her out, and she saw she was in a glade, surrounded by
trees, with a small lake visible and a cabin which her boyfriend was now carrying
her into.
“Whhrhhwhhh,” she said as he sat her in a chair, and then
left, coming back with two bags which he placed on the floor before he closed
the door.
“I rented it
for today and tonight,” he said as he came over, untying the scarf and easing it
out as Nadia saw the large grey damp patch, “we’re actually in Centre Parcs, so
tonight I thought we could go and have a meal in the centre, but this
afternoon, it’s just you and me.”
“Oh really,”
Nadia said as she wriggled round, “and what do you think we could do?”
“Go for a walk
– a special walk – if you are interested?”
She looked at
him as he sat next to her, then leaned over and gently kissed him as she said
“and what exactly did you have in mind?”
“Well, I brought
an overnight bag for both of us – why don’t you let me untie you, and I’ll make
some lunch while you change anything you need to change?”
“And what makes
you think I need to change anything?”
Nadia looked at Tom as he smiled, then kissed her again, before she
nodded and stood up. Collecting her bag,
she made her way to the bedroom, while Tom went to the kitchen…
“Okay – what’s
your plan for this afternoon,” Nadia said as she put her coffee mug down. She had changed into a light pink long
sleeved top, blue jeans and a pair of low heeled light brown shoes, the blue
scarf wrapped as always around her head and neck.
“Well, I
wondered if you would accompany me for a walk – but a different one. One where I lead you, and you – well,” Tom
said with a grin, “while preserving your beautiful modesty, how naughty are you
feeling Nadia?”
Nadia grinned
as she said “what do you have in mind?”
Tom said nothing, but handed her a length of white rope, and said “I
dare you.”
“Challenge
accepted,” Nadia said as she took the rope and went into the bathroom,
returning a few minutes later as she smiled and walked carefully over, sighing
as she sat down.
“Okay then,”
tom said with a smile as he folded a white cloth, “first, let’s make it so that
you are quiet, and nobody can see. Open
nice and wide now.”
Nadia allowed
him to push the folded cloth into her mouth, tasting it as it pressed her
tongue down, and closing her lips over it while he cut a length of clear tape
from a wide roll.
“Do you
remember the first time I did this to you,” Tom said, Nadia nodding as he
carefully smoothed the tape over her mouth, ensuring there were no air bubbles
or creases, and then she stood up and looked in the mirror on the wall. Unless you looked closely, there was no way
you would know she was gagged.
“Of course,
that time you didn’t…”
Nadia giggled
as she nodded. It had bene a year since
that day he had first made love to her, and their love and trust in each other
had just grown from there. He always
treated her with respect, no matter what he did in his other life.
She knew he was
a home invader, a burglar, but he was also her lover – and that was the
important thing, as he said “do you want to have your hands tied?”
Nadia shook her
head as he put his jacket on, and she slipped her denim jacket over her top,
and they stepped out of the cabin.
Passing the car, they walked slowly along, Tom with his arm round her as
he talked, and she looked at the trees, the wind gently blowing on her face as
she realised how much she loved him now…
Each step made
that special rope rub that little bit more, and she sighed as she put her arm
round him as well. People walked by them
and nodded – but unlike the first time they had done this together, Nadia had
realised that unless they really were looking, they would have no idea she was
gagged. Only if her wrists had been tied
would it have been more exciting – but then, she would have had to wear a cape
or coat, and the February sun was too warm for that…
An hour later,
Tom opened the cabin door and they walked in, Nadia watching as he closed the
door and looked at her.
“So – how are
you feeling?”
“Ehhwhntuhhh,” Nadia said as she put her arms round Tom’s
neck, and gave him a tape gagged kiss, then started to slowly unbutton his
shirt. As she did this, Tom said “you
really are worked up, aren’t you” before he kissed her neck, Nadia nodding as
he slowly removed her headscarf, allowing her long brown hair to fall naturally
down. He then slowly pulled her top up,
Nadia nodding as she removed his shirt, and then took his hand as they walked
into the bedroom.
Looking at him,
she lay down on the bed, and then put her hands together as he fetched a length
of rope from his bag. Smiling, he
wrapped the rope gently around her wrists, securing them together and taking
her wrists above her head as she watched him tie the end of the rope to the
headboard. He then kissed her neck and
chest as she wriggled round, sighing into her gag as his free hand gently
stroked up between her legs.
He looked at
her and smiled as he slowly unfastened the jeans, pulling them gently down and
removing her shoes as well as the pants.
Taking another length of rope, he tied it round her ankle and took it to
the side, tying it to the foot of the bed before he started to kiss it, sucking
gently on her toes as Nadia wriggled, the rope now visible as it rubbed on her
damp panties.
He secure her
other ankle to the other corner of the bed, Nadia squirming and nodding as he
looked at her, his finger slipping under the crotch rope and playing with her,
before he untied it and removed that, then removed his own pants…
Nadia stepped out
of the shower, sighing as she looked at herself, and then putting on the fresh
underwear before she put on the red dress that was in her bag. It had capped sleeves, and came down to her
knees, Nadia looking at herself as she heard Tom in the shower.
Sitting on the
bed, she put on the brown hose, and then the new leather ankle boots, before
she stood up again and wrapped the pink hijab round her head.
“You look
amazing,” Tom said as he came out in his boxers, towelling his hair off.
“Well, you
deserve it,” Nadia said with a smile.
“When is the table booked for?”
“Eight o’clock
– I won’t be long,” he said as Nadia went into the front room, sitting and
slipping through a magazine while she waited.
“So – think I
will pass muster?”
She stood and
looked at Tom, in his dark suit, light blue shirt and dark tie, and nodded as
she said “I think so. Not like you to
get dressed up like this?”
“Well, it is a
special night,” he said as Nadia put on a jacket that matched her scarf, “shall
we?”
They walked out
of the cabin, and along the lit lakeside path to a large glass roofed
complex. As Tom held the door and she
walked in, they saw other couples and families walking round, as Tom led her to
a restaurant.
“Ah yes sir,”
the waiter said as he checked the board, “we have your table ready. If you will come this way?”
“How can you
afford this,” Nadia said as they sat down.
“Do you really
want me to answer that question?”
“Yeah – I think
I do,” Nadia said as some wine was poured into a glass for her.
“Well – I and
my friends may have paid a visit to a certain loud mouthed racist and
misogynistic MP’s home recently, and we may have tied him and his family up,
and we may have taken some items from him which may have raised the funds that
are paying for today and tonight.”
“Oh,” Nadia
smiled, “I guess someone like that does deserve to be taken down a peg or two
as well.”
“That was what
I thought – so, what would you like to eat?”
“I think the
lamb is fine for me,” Nadia said as she looked at the waiter.
“Steak – and
some assorted starters please,” Tom said, the waiter nodding as he walked away.
“You know, it’s
been a year,” Nadia said as she took Tom’s hand, “and I wanted to say thank you
for a truly wonderful year. I know when
we first met, we didn’t exactly hit it off…”
“A slight
understatement,” Tom said with a smile, “but I am truly glad we got past that,
and that we have got to know each other.”
He squeezed her hand as he said “you are a truly beautiful woman.”
“You’re just
saying that to flatter me.”
“I’m saying it
because it is true,” Tom said with a smile as the starters arrived, and a band
started playing in the background.
“I wonder how
many people here are couples, or just bored business people with others?”
“We could try
and guess,” Tom said as he looked round.
“I could tell you of at least three who are not with their partners.”
“And how would
you… No, don’t tell me, you’ve met them
professionally.”
“Okay – I won’t
tell you,” Tom said as they started to eat.
“Well, that was
a wonderful meal,” Nadia said with a smile as the waiter took the dessert
dishes. “Now, how shall we spend the
rest of the evening?”
“Well,” Tom
said very quietly, “the answer to that might depend on the answer to another
question.”
“Oh – what
question?” Nadia looked at Tom as he
stood up, and then went on one knee, her eyes opening wide as he took a small
box from his jacket pocket and opened it.
“This
question,” Tom said as she stared at the ring, the diamond sitting a ring of
smaller blue stones. “Nadia – will you
marry me?”
The question
seemed to hang for ever in the air, before Nadia slowly nodded, watching as Tom
took the ring on put it on the third finger of her left hand while the other
diners clapped.
“With the compliments
of the management,” the waiter said as a bottle of champagne was placed next to
the table, Tom standing and pouring it into two flutes before they took one
each, and toasted each other.
“Good morning,”
Tom said as Nadia came out of the bedroom, smiling as she walked over and
kissed him. “You slept well?”
“I did – once I
calmed down,” she said as she sat in her pyjamas. “We’re really going to do this?”
“I think so –
but we do need to head back this morning.
How would you like to go back?”
“You could
always return me – after all you kidnapped me?
But if you wanted to do that, I’d really want to be tied…”
Tom smiled as
he said “I would do anything you wanted me to do, my love. I hope I brought the right sort of clothes
for that?”
“Oh I think you
did – let’s have breakfast first, and then you shower and change before I do…”
“You look like
you did the first time I saw you.”
“Well, not
quite,” Nadia said as she finished wrapping the black scarf around her head and
neck. It was the same colour as the long
black tunic she was wearing over her jeans, the legs of the jeans tucked into
flat soled brown suede boots. Under the
tunic she also had on a long sleeved red top, while she finished the outfit
with a long brown shawl over her shoulders.
Tom was in a
black jacket and jumper, pants and shoes – and black leather gloves, as he
picked up a length of rope and said “shall we?”
“Oh yes,” Nadia
whispered as she crossed her wrists behind her back, smiling as the soft rope
was passed round them and pulled tight, then several more passes around and
between her arms before the ends were secured.
A second length of rope around her waist made sure they were locked
against her back, as Tom cinched the band between her arms and her back.
“Well, I’m not
going to move them,” Nadia said as he doubled over a longer length of rope, and
tied it round her, pulling it tight under her chest before he wound it above
and below, framing her chest but preserving her modesty as well, before he tied
it off – then used tow shorter lengths to cinch those bands between her arms
and body.
“Hmm – feels
nice,” Nadia said as she twisted round, then sat down and put her ankles onto
the low coffee table, watching as he bound them together and the white bands
sank into the soft brown leather. Tom
then secured her legs together below her knees, making sure he cinched that
band as well as she giggled.
“You’re always
going to be ticklish there, aren’t you?”
“Adds to the
fun,” Nadia said, “now, I may scream loudly for help.”
“Well, I
learned of a way to stop that,” Tom said as he rolled a folded cloth into a
white scarf, and then eased the centre of the band between Nadia’s teeth. The mass pressed her tongue down as he tied
the band round her head, and then picked up a roll of white medical tape. Peeling the end free, he wrapped the round
her head as well, covering the cleave gag and pressing on her cheeks.
“Hllpmmmhh,” she playfully called out, as Tom then took a
roll of duct tape and wrapped that round her head as well – and finally, he
took her shawl and folded it, before tying it over the other layers, covering
her lower face as she blinked at him.
“Still think
you can call for help?”
“Mhbbnht,” Nadia mumbled as she rubbed her cheek on his
chest, and watched as he walked to the bedroom, returning with their bags as he
left the cabin for a few minutes.
Returning, he
lifted her in his arms, and kissed her forehead, Nadia blushing and nodding as
she was carried out to the waiting car.
Tom laid her gently into the boot, and smiled as he said “let’s get you
home – and who knows what might happen there?”
“Phrmmsss,” Nadia said as he closed the boot. She felt the car move off, and wriggled her
fingers, wondering what life as his wife would bring next…