Cougar Hunt

I had been studying my prey for my usual length of time, laying plans, studying the layout of the hunt scene – and tonight was the time I was preparing to hunt, stealthily, quietly, making sure they did not get my scent or see me coming.

The house was a large one on the outskirts of a town, two floors, like a manor house – so I knew I would not be disturbed as I prepared to lay my trap there. I parked my van a distance away and walked across country, my rifle safely stowed in one bag, and my rucksack containing everything I would need.

As for me, I was dressed for the hunt – a camouflage hunting jacket and live coloured breeches, high black leather boots laced up the front, and a tiger print cravat tied and tucked into the front. So nobody saw me in the darkening night as I approached the house, and let myself in through a rear door, taking my rifle and holding it confidently in my hands as I waited.

I had heard the footsteps approaching when I came in, and wanted to see who I would deal with first.

She was a young woman – late teens or early twenties – at a guess, the au pair I had found about in my researches. She had her long blonde hair tied on her head, and was wearing a light grey jersey and darker grey leather pants, the legs tucked into knee length black fabric boots. They had a long heel, but I put that down to fashion sense, as I waited until she had come in before aiming my gun at her and telling her to be very still and quiet.

I smiled as she slowly raised her hands, and asked in a quiet voice what I was going to do. I told her I needed to make sure she was secured, and not to be afraid – before I put the rifle down, and as I slipped my rucksack off my back I told her to slowly put her hands behind her back.

As she did this, I selected a length of soft white rope, cut to the appropriate length, and crossed her wrists behind her before I secured them together – quickly, but tightly. Comfortably, but efficiently. I pride myself on the way I secure my prey so they cannot escape.

I then told her to open her mouth, taking a black silk square from my bag and waiting until she had complied before I pushed it in, making sure it all went behind her teeth and she could close her lips over it. Telling her not to spit it out, I then took a longer length of rope and began to secure her arms tightly to her sides, making sure I formed two bands to frame her chest and also cinched the band between her arms and her body. I did have to admit to myself that the way her jersey stretched over her chest was tempting – but she was too young for an experienced hunter such as I.

My next move was perhaps a little forward, but I had to ensure she stayed still, so I took a length of rope round her waist, then down and back up between her legs. I heard her soft grunt as I did this, and knew it was wrong, but it was necessary as I secured the ends round her wrists, then told her to kneel on the floor.

When she had done this, I took a roll of black tape from my back and wrapped it tightly round her head to cover her mouth, before I put a second cloth over her eyes, and wound the tape round and over that as a blindfold. From there, I helped her to lie face down and secured her ankles, as well as her legs below her knees, before I pulled her ankles back and tied them to her chest ropes.

So I had secured the first person, as she rolled onto her side and tried not to move. A young one, still maturing – but now she was the perfect bait in case I needed to use it, the sacrificial lamb if you like. All within twenty minutes – a good exercise.

Picking up my rucksack and the rifle, I started to make my way down the ground floor corridor, listening at doors, and then looking inside to ensure they were empty. I managed to reach the games room before I encountered the first person I was looking forward to truly capturing.

She was leaning over a pool table, her bottom barely covered by the tight dress she was wearing, her lower legs in a pair of leopard skin print leather boots. Her blonde hair was cut short, and her dress had a grey floral print, shat looked like a black bolero jacket and a matching black waistband.

As I watched, she slowly stood up and walked round, and I saw what I had assumed was a jacket was indeed one, open to show the top of the strapless dress to all. Including me, as she stared at me, the rifle aimed at her as I told her to slowly put the stick down, and put her hands on her head, palm down.

She continued to stare at me, and then asked where her daughter was. I realised the girl in the kitchen was in fact her daughter – the resemblance coming to me now – so I was honest, and told her I had already secured and silenced her – and now it was her turn.

Well, that’s when she ran for me, and I fired – the tranquiliser dart hitting her in the arm as she stopped and stared at it.

What – you think I would use bullets? No – to me the hunt is everything, but I have desire to end the life of anyone I am hunting, or anyone else who happens to eb int he way. But I had to smile at the way she let her eyes roll up, and then she collapsed into a heap on the floor.

I checked her pulse, and then left the room for a moment, before I came back and lifted her up in my arms. I carried her into the main room, and laid her out on a cream coloured leather chaise longue. She was peaceful, but I had now to lay the bait.

Crossing her wrists in front of her, I secured them together with a fresh length of the rope, and then took her hands above her head, noticing the way her skin was starting to softly glow with sweat as I took the rope over the top of the seat and tied it down to the chair legs. I then stretched her legs out and admired her beauty. If she was the mother of my first catch, then that would out her by my reckoning in her early forties, but she tried not to show it. I admired that.

And her skin was soft as I stroked my leather gloved hand down it. Had she been just a few years older… I focused, and took more rope form my bag, crossing and securing her ankles together. I loved the soft squeak the leather made as at first the rope rubbed on it, and then as the binding got tighter her boots rubbed against each other. A second length around her legs below her knees, and third above, each item stroking her bare legs as I took the rope between her legs to make the binding even tighter…

I then looked at her, her eyes closed, before I put two cotton wool balls on the eyelids, then gently pressed the black tape over them. Easing her mouth open, I then gently pushed in a compressed sponge ball, watching as it expanded before I closed her lips over it, and then gently kissed her – before sealing her mouth with more of the black tape.

So, the second bait was prepared, and I left her to gently sleep while returning to the kitchen. A returned a few minutes later with her daughter, who was struggling as I laid her back down and then waited.

My prey would be here soon…

And when she appeared in the doorway, looking at the other two women with her eyes wide open, I was not disappointed. She had short cut white hair, and the dress she was wearing hugged her body which would not disgrace someone twenty years younger than her.

Such as her daughter, who was beginning to stir on the chaise longue and twist round as she came to realise her predicament.

But she was not the focus of my attention at the point. The woman who had come in was. That dress – a stretch fabric with a black panel at her chest and the front of her skirt, but the rest of the fabric was a gorgeous brown tiger print.

And then there were her matching boots – over the knee, with a three inch stiletto heel, and laced tightly up the front. Truly a magnificent cougar – and as she turned and looked at me, smiling as I looked at her, she took a few moments before she asked what the – well, it was a strong expletive, I was doing in her house.

SO I introduced myself as the Cougar hunter – and she took a few moments to digest that, her daughter and granddaughter struggling and trying to call out. Of course I knew the older woman was her daughter – and I suspect she and her granddaughter would go the same way as her in her own time, but that was not what I was interested in right then.

And she realised that was the case, as she asked what my intentions were. I smiled, and said she would find out once I had my prey secured – then ‘I told her to walk in front of me, my rifle in one hand and my rucksack in the other.

She understood I meant what I said, as she looked at the bound, gagged and blindfolded family members, walking slowly in front of me as we ascended the staircase and made our way into the main bedroom. I told her to stop once we were inside, and to put her hands behind her back.

I suspect she thought I was going to tie her wrists – so I took her by surprise as I wrapped the rope around her elbows and pulled them together. She did keep in shape, as evidenced by the fact I almost got them to touch, but as I took the rope between her arms to tighten the binding she was well aware she was going to get any movement out of them. I also noticed the way her shoulder blades were pulled back, and the way she gasped as I did that…

She asked what I was doing, and I put my hands on her shoulders, gently massaging them as I said she should not worry, I took very good care of the cougars I captured. That didn’t seem to placate her, as I took more rope and bound her wrists tightly together, the rope going around and between her arms again as the print seemed to ripple over her body.

As I tied the ropes off, she twisted round, and then stopped as I reached round and held her in my arms, my hands gently stroking over her chest as I did so. she told me not to do that, and I told her she was my captive cat, and I would stroke her if I wanted to. That made her stop and think for a moment, which is what I needed to take the longest length of rope I had in my rucksack and wrap it round her, pulling it tight under her chest and forcing her arms against her back.

She gasped as I did that, and wrapped the rope time and again round her body, each round tighter still as I stretched the already tight dress over her upper body, making it impossible for her to do anything other than twist from side to side. The material of the dress was now stretched so tight it was becoming almost opaque as I looked over her shoulder, the nipples prominent underneath.

She asked – no, I apologise, she demanded I stop doing what I was doing, as I wrapped the rope around the two bands behind her back and pulled them tightly together, making her gasp even more - but not as much as she did as I walked in front of her, draping the rope over one shoulder as I did so. She looked magnificent as she asked if I thought I was some kind of hunter in my get up.

I replied I was – a Cougar Hunter, as I fed the rope between her breasts and around the lower band of rope then pulled it tightly up so that the ropes formed a sort of bra – that dress was so tight I already knew she had nothing under it – and I took it back over the other shoulder before finally securing it. She was pleading now asking me what I was going to do – so I showed her, as I reached round again and covered her mouth with one hand, and started to massage her very, very prominent breasts with the other hand.

She moaned into my gloved hand – despite the fact she was my captive, it was obvious something else was stirring inside her. I know it is a cliché to say it, but if you dress as a cougar, you are after something of an experience – and it was going to be my pleasure to give her that experience.

I continued the gentle massage, squeezing her breasts and playing with her nipples as she struggled, at first to get free, and then I noticed a subtle difference as she pressed her body forward into my hands. Taking that sign, I removed my hand and made her kneel on the floor as I squeezed and probed her breasts, my fingers making her move as she closed her eyes and whispered something like “oh god…”

She didn’t say a lot that was understandable after that – mainly because I took a special something from my bag. It was an old table tennis ball, with holes drilled into it, and two leather straps going from either side. I squeezed her left breast, and as she opened her mouth to gasp I pushed the ball into her mouth, taking the straps round her head, tying them tightly together at the base of her neck and then continuing to knead her breasts, feeling them firm up in my hands, and hearing her moans.

It was truly an exhilarating thing, and as she started to rub against me when I did this it was getting me excited as well. A fact that she was also aware of, because I was starting to feel her fingers trying to find why I was showing my excitement.

I whispered into her ear and told her to lean over, face on the bed. As she did this, I let her go, and took more rope from my bag as I put her ankles together and started to secure them. I heard her pants as I did this, the rope compressing the fabric round her ankles as it went round and between her legs – and then, for an extra touch, I took the rope round the heels and soles of her boots as well.

I then stroked my hands down her calves, before feeding mor rope under them and taking it to just below her knees, securing her legs there in the same way I had her wrists and elbows, and then secured her legs above her knees as well. I then helped her to raise her head again, before I kissed her neck. The gasp of pleasure was unmistakable, as I returned to stroking my hands over her chest while kissing her at the same time.

I heard her mumble something, which if I hard it correctly was to please not do this to her family. I whispered into her ear that although she had a beautiful daughter, and an equally beautiful granddaughter, it was not them I wanted to capture. It was her.

She nodded slowly as I gently pushed her head down, and then pulled the skirt of her dress up, revealing the truth of my earlier supposition, her cute bottom wriggling as the bands of rope rubbed on her. I nodded as I started to massage her bottom as well, hearing her moan as I did that, and realised I was responding as well.

Now, I am truly aware that some of you are reading this, and have an opinion on me and what I do, but to me this is providing a service, a pleasure for those who by their dress and actions are yearning for it. I am old enough, for example, to remember when women wearing leather was considered a – well, a very adult thing, and yet today even teenage church goers wear leather. But this thing for the older woman wearing animal prints… Some of you may remember an old British TV series, George and Mildred, starring Yootha Joyce in a variety of very tight print pants.

Yeah, you know wat I am talking about now. So this is why I do what I do – because, with a few exceptions, I know what they are looking for.

And this beautiful cougar was definitely in the majority bracket, as I put my hand between her legs and felt the dampness heard the gasp as I stroked over a particular area, saw her shiver – and I made my own preparations as I gently stroked her there, allowing my own pants to drop, and making sure I used protection…

She screamed and then groaned as I slipped into her, her own body responding and gripping me as I started to move back and forth, and she responded, grinding on the bed as I did so, pushing her body against mine as I started to find those spots she had not felt in this way for so very, very long. I could feel her body start to shake as well as see it, as she gripped me tightly and raised her head.

Her breath was coming in short pants, a thin line of saliva running down her chin, but I kept going, kept pushing onwards as the pants came more and more quickly, feeling the pressure inside myself as well increasing and my own pleasure as well…

When I came, she screamed out loud and gripped me, milking me as I felt her whole body shake as well, the obvious orgasm sweeping through her as I gave her the pleasure she was craving. It lasted for as long as she wanted it to last before she collapsed exhausted onto the bed, and I slipped out of it, taking the condom off and disposing of it before I made sure I was properly attired, and then lifted her up onto the bed, laying her on her side before I pulled her ankles back and tied them to her chest ropes, her fingers idly stroking the heels of her boots as she slowly opened her eyes and looked at me.

“You are a magnificent cat,” I said with a smile, and she almost purred as she nodded and looked at me. I smiled and left the room, walking down and checking on the other tow women. Her daughter was twisting round on the couch, her body covered I sweat and her dress clinging to her, while her granddaughter was idly pulling her legs to and fro – she had figured out why when I had hogtied her, I looped the rope round the one between her legs first.

And so I left them, making my egress as quietly as I had the ingress, satisfied at a new hunt’s successful completion…

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