Simon’s
Stories – Part Deux
Ever since I
wrote of the times I have found myself – restrained with other women, others
have contacted me and asked if there have been any other times. Well, the truth is – too many to mention, but
perhaps I can share some more tales with you.
These all came totally unexpected, and all for different reasons.
In the first
case, it was actually my next door neighbour when I lived in South London. She was in her early fifties, and when I saw
her she was standing at the back of her car, looking at the bags in the
boot. She had short copper red hair, and
was wearing a grey puffer jacket with a belt round her waist, a denim skirt and
tan leather boots. She also had a thin
grey scarf round her neck.
Anyway, I was
clearing the front garden, so I was wearing old joggers and a t-shirt with my
trainers on. She glanced over, and asked
if I could help her to take some of the bags in, if she unlocked the front
door. I’m a good neighbour, so of course
I agreed as I picked up some bags, and she closed the boot before finding some
keys and opening the front door of the house.
I followed her in – and that was when the fun began.
There was a
second woman in the house – younger, with long dark hair, wearing a white
jacket over a black roll neck sweater, and jeans with the legs tucked into
short brown boots. There was a gym bag
on the floor of the main room where we found her, and she was putting several
items of value into a smaller bag. My neighbour
obviously recognised her, and asked what she was doing.
The other woman
said she was “only taking what was hers,” and then produced a gun which she
pointed at both of us. She told my
neighbour to remove her coat – which she did to reveal a white jumper – and
then told me to take her scarf and gag her with it. I apologised, and slowly unwound her scarf
before she looked at the intruder, then opened her mouth and allowed me to pull
the scarf between her lips. I wound it
round her head twice, and then knotted the ends as the dark haired woman
produced a pair of zip ties.
She then
ordered us to hug each other, and as we did so she used the zip ties to secure
our wrists together behind each other’s back.
She looked up at me – her head was on my chest – and mumbled “hmshreee”
as I watched the other woman take a long length of rope out from her sports bag
– blue nylon, and about 100 foot long.
She made a lasso
and put it over both of us, and then pulled it tight round our waists, forcing
us together before she wound it up and round my arms and upper body, then did
the same to my neighbour, before she wound it back down both of us, forcing our
legs and ankles together before she tied it off.
She left us so
tightly secured together that my neighbour’s head was nuzzled in my chest, and
I could feel her tears on my t-shirt as the intruder used a woollen scarf to
gag me, and then she left quickly. All I
could do was mumble it was going to be all right, while hoping she did not feel
anything…
It’s not the
only time I have ended up bound with an older woman so we had to move together
– and at least one of them was actually consensual, almost therapeutic. This was a work colleague who asked me one
Friday if I would help her with something at home. Well, I was always wiling to help, so I
agreed to go to Miriam’s place.
Miriam isn’t
her real name, but she looks like a younger Miriam Margoyles – permed light
brown hair, and when I called she was wearing a mustard coloured jumper with a
brown and gold scarf tied old school style over her shoulders, a brown skirt
and tights, and knee lengths brown boots.
She introduced
me to her daughter – early twenties, a long red cardigan over a grey dress with
a long pink and grey scarf wrapped loosely round her neck, and light brown
boots. Miriam told me she was a junior script
editor on a television show – and she had asked her mother to help her to act
out a scene for the show she was working on.
Only two
problems – she needed a second person, and it involved a couple forced to be
tied together for a robbery. I raised an
eyebrow as I looked at Miriam – until she said she knew I had some experience
of this, and she trusted me with her.
They already
had lengths of rope ready, as her daughter said the husband would be forced to
tie his wife’s wrists behind her back, and then gag her with her own scarf, so
I took a length of rope and crossed Miriam’s wrists behind her back, and then
used the rope to secure her wrists together nice and snugly. I then untied and removed her scarf, rolled
it into a tight band and then pulled it between her lips, securing the ends and
then letting them drop down her back as her daughter picked up a second length
of rope.
I crossed my
own wrists behind my back, and felt her bind them tightly together. I was surprised she knew what she was doing,
but I nodded if she asked if it was all right – then tasted the silk of her scarf
as she proceeded to gag me with it.
Her daughter
then told us both to sit on the couch, and I watched as she took more rope,
doubled it over, and then bound Miriam’s ankles tightly together. I watched as she did this, and saw Miriam
with her eyes closed, then wondered what was going on as her daughter bound her
legs together, then moved on to me. She
certainly knew what she was doing, as my own ankles and legs were secured, and
then we were both helped to stand up and moved so we were back to back.
I felt Miriam’s
hands against mine as her daughter wound rope round our waists and upper body to
secure us together – and I swear I heard Miriam move as we were forced
together. I knew this was turning me on
as well – I could feel the bulge in my pants – but I really hoped her daughter
had not noticed as she tied the last knot off.
Then I heard
the buzzing sound and felt Miriam move against me, as I wondered what was
really going on. Her daughter walked
round and looked at me, as she quietly said her mother knew exactly what
happened to me when I was tied up – the same thing happened to her. She also said Miriam had a crotch rope on
under her skirt, and a vibrator under that rope.
She smiled as
she knelt and stroked over my crotch, and then opened the zip as she said I
should be reported for giving her mother such pleasure. Let us just say, she gave me pleasure as
well…
Now, as you
know I work as an insurance broker, but one recent home visit proved very
different. I was visiting a client
called Barb, to discuss life policies, so I was wearing the suit, shirt and tie
as I walked up the pathway and knocked on the front door.
The door was
opened by an older woman, with short dark hair and glasses, wearing a red and
blue floral print dress with a wide black belt round her waist, and knee length
black boots. I asked for Barb, and she
introduced herself as her housekeeper, Shirley.
Opening the door wide, she invited me to come in – and then #I saw there
was a problem. One wearing dark clothing
and a balaclava mask, pointing a gun at me as Sheila apologized.
The man ordered
Sheila to bind my wrists together behind my back, and I heard her sobs as my
hands were taken behind my back, and I felt the rope forcing them
together. It gave me a chance to ask
what was going on, and where was Barb.
My answer came as I was pushed into the front room.
There were two
more armed and masked men there – and I saw Barb and her partner Chloe lying
face down on the floor. Barb was wearing
a black pinafore dress and over the knee black leather boots, while Chloe was
wearing a black scoop necked top longer at the back with a black leather belt,
and knee length black leather boots.
That was not
all they were wearing though – there were the accompanying white ropes that
held their wrists behind their back, their arms to their sides, their legs
together and their ankles to a rope that ran up between their legs. There was also the silver tape that covered
their mouths, and the puffed out cheeks that indicated something inside behind
said tape.
I soon
discovered what that was, as my nose was pinched until I opened my mouth, and a
compressed red sponge ball was pushed into my mouth. As this was done, Sheila was ordered to bind
my upper body, as the rope went round my arms in two bands and held them firmly
against my sides.
One of the men
then came forward and tied one length of rope round the bands in front of me –
and I groaned as it between my legs, while Sheila was obviously forced to pull it
back and up. I could feel it running
there as silver tape was placed over my own mouth, and I was forced to lie down
next to Barb.
One of the men
started to bind my legs as I looked up to see Sheila getting the same treatment
as all three of us, the ropes stretching her dress over her chest before the
crotch rope was applied to her as well.
I felt them pulling my ankles back, and then the increased pressure as
my ankles were tied to my crotch rope.
The increased
pressure – and yes, the increased pleasure as I tried not to show it while
Sheila was placed in the same predicament as the three of us, and then gagged
in the same way.
So all four of
us were left on the floor to struggle as the house was ransacked – and as we
struggled, the ropes did their magic on all four of us. Let’s just say when we were finally freed,
the ropes meant I needed a new suit…
It was meant to
be dinner and then a drink at her house.
She was wearing a tan leather dress with short sleeves, and matching
over the knee leather boots, and I was wearing a jacket over an open necked
shirt and slacks.
It was a
pleasant enough meal as well, and the evening was going well as she invited me
into her apartment. As we went in,
however, we could hear music playing, and as we walked into the main room we
saw someone else was already there.
She had long
red-brown hair, and was wearing a white woollen dress with a yoke collar, and
crochet style sleeves and skirt, with natural hose and over the knee black
patent leather boots. She also had an
amused expression in her eye, as she asked my date if she had switched so soon.
I looked at
her, and she blushed as she introduced the second woman as her former partner –
and she was bi. No skin off my nose, if
truth be told, but her former girlfriend was pissed – and then she held up a
large roll of silver tape, and said she was going to make sure we had some time
to contemplate quietly what we were doing.
She also had a
handgun – and it doesn’t matter how small or large it is, a gun is a gun. So I was forced to tape my date’s arms
together behind her back. Not her wrists
– her arms, side by side, from elbows to wrists, and then round her body to
keep her arms held in place there. She
then was ordered to lie on the floor, as I taped her legs together from knees
to ankles, and then covered her mouth with strips of the tape.
She could only
wriggle and mumble, tape and leather rubbing as her former partner stood up,
took the tape, and at least allowed me to take my jacket off before she did the
same to me, so that we were lying side by side on the floor. The woman then smiled as she bent down and
kissed both of us, and left us to enjoy that time of quiet contemplation she
had prescribed…
I know, I know
– it sounds stupid, but somehow even the most innocent of scenarios can end up
with me held rather tightly with someone.
I don’t know if I have that metaphorical sign that says “Tie me up, I
love it” above me, but – anyway, ask my assistant Annie.
She comes in
and helps me in my home office from time to time, and I have a casual dress
rule. This one time, I was wearing a
blue and white rugby shirt and jeans, and she was wearing a black dress with a
silver pattern on the front, as well as knee length black patent leather boots.
We were working
on paperwork when there was a knock on the front door, and Annie went to see who it was. When she came back, I noticed the fact she
had her hands palm down on her short grey-blonde hair, and there as a visitor
behind her. That lady had long chestnut coloured
hair, and had on a blue lace top over a black vest, and faded grey jeans tucked
into knee length grey suede boots.
I stood up and
asked what was going on, and then I saw the large knife in her hand as she told
me to shut up and sit down with my hands on my head. I watched as she put a bag down, drew out
some white rope, and pulled Annie’s hands behind her back before she secured
her wrists together. Annie grunted as I
told her just to stay calm, and then she used a longer rope to secure her upper
body, Annie’s dress stretched over her chest as they tightened.
The new arrival
then smiled as she told me to stand up and come over, Annie watching as my own
hands were pulled behind my back and I felt the rope rubbing on my wrists as
they were secured together. As my own
arms were pulled into my sides by the two bands of rope, I saw her biting her
lower lip as she wriggled round – and a light went off in my mind. Surely not…
Anyway, once we
were both secured, the younger lady made us both walk up to my bedroom, and
watch as she looked at us, and then laid several lengths of rope out on my
mattress before she made us sit on opposite sides.
I turned
slightly and watched as she knelt in front of Annie, and I heard the squeaking
sound of rope and leather rubbing as she secured my assistant’s legs together,
before she made her lie on her side on the mattress. I saw the way her fingers were wriggling before
I felt my own ankles being forced together, and I glanced down to see the red
haired woman securing them together with rope.
She repeated
the process on my legs below my knees, and then she made me lie behind
Annie. We linked fingers as I felt her
head between my shoulder blades, and then the ropes our binder had laid out as
she methodically used them to secure us together.
I was kind of
glad Annie was facing the other way – because the ropes, the way she was
wriggling as we lay together, were making me feel giddy and certainly have
another effect on me as well.
Something told
me Annie was experiencing a similar feeling from her muffled groans – muffled
groans? I then saw our binder with a
strip of brown sticking plaster in my hands, and soon I was groaning as well
with my mouth sealed over, the two of us there as she ransacked my house…
So why am I
relating these to you? Because you were kind
enough to call round from the office when I failed to call in after this
meeting. This is Joanna Pierce – we were
discussing a home insurance policy when she noticed that certain items in the
inventory list I had were missing.
She was wearing
a black dress and black leather boots, and wondered out loud what was happening
– which was when her housekeeper came in.
She was wearing a long sleeved black dress, hose, over the knee dark
grey suede boots – and a determined look in her eyes, a gun in one hand, and
lengths of rope in the other.
Turned out she
had been quietly stealing them, and now needed the required secure getaway –
which meant we had to be secured. She
told Joanna to stand up and put her hands behind her back, and I had to watch
as she secured them together with rope.
I was next –
only she told me to sit in the chair and out my arms round the chair back. She then secured my wrists together and tied
the ends to the chair back, before she tied my ankles to the front legs of the
chair – and then told Joanna to sit across me on my lap.
A tad
unfortunate, as she looked at me while the other woman tied her ankles to the
back legs of the chair, and then secured her arms to her sides with two bands
of rope. I have to admit, I was turned
on by the sight, especially when she secured my own upper body to the chair
back, and then covered our mouths with white tape to keep us quiet.
I dared not move
- if only to stop that bulge I felt in my pants getting larger, but Joanna struggled
like mad… Which is why now we are free,
you must excuse me while I sort myself out…
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