Autumn
Nights
They made an
interesting pair as they sat in the restaurant.
Two women, I would guess in their late twenties, talking quietly as they
ate and laughed from time to time. One
was taller, with long dark hair, and was wearing a black top with white bands
at the collar and a zigzag round the main body, a pair of dusky grey corduroy
shorts, and thigh high black patent leather boots with a flat heel.
Her friend had lighter
brown hair, platted in a pigtail at the back of her head, and was wearing a
long brown patterned wool jumper, black leather pants and tight black thigh
high boots with a stiletto heel.
Obviously young lovers, I watched them as they finished their meal, and
then left the restaurant – as I left some money on the table and followed them
out.
They walked
hand in hand, as I followed them down the brightly lit street. I was casually dressed – a black leather
jacket over a shirt, jeans, trainers, and I put a black woollen cap on my head
before I put my satchel over my shoulder.
They really did
make a lovely couple, and I was sure they were devoted to each other – which
would make the rest of the night very interesting for them. It was dark, and certainly getting colder –
so I knew they would want to make sure each other stayed nice and warm.
Eventually,
they turned into a residential street, and then walked up to the front door of
a house. It was in darkness as they went
in, and I saw alight go on in the main room – so they should be the only ones
actually at home. How convenient I
thought, as I walked up to the front door and turned the handle, pleased that I
was able to go in.
The hallway was
narrow, so I took precautions – reaching up and pulling down the rim of my hat
until the balaclava covered my head, only my eyes and mouth visible. I also went into my satchel to take out
something I wanted to show both of them, before I walked in the di4rection that
the soft music was leading me.
You can imagine
the look on their faces when I walked in – especially as they were literally
dancing cheek to cheek to the music as I looked at them. They were shocked of course – but then they
saw the gun in my gloved hand, and both of them put their hands in the air as I
told them not to make a sound, and to do exactly what I told them to do.
Their
response? For Dark Hair to ask me what
the hell I thought I was doing. So I
told her – I was telling her to shut up and stand perfectly still, as I looked
at them and then slipped my satchel off, opening it with my free hand as I took
out two carefully coiled skeins of rope and handed one to each of them.
Brown Hair was shivering,
as she asked if I expected her to tie her partner up. The relief on her face was visible as I shook
my head - and then the fear returned as I said I was going to take care of
that. What I wanted them to do was to
unravel the rope, and then double it up carefully.
They looked at
each other, before I asked if they would rather I shot them both – a threat,
yes, but it got their attention as they looked at each other. So Brown Hair asked what I did want them to
do – so I told them to wrap the rope round their waists, as a tight belt, and
then tie a knot just below their belly buttons.
I smiled as they did that, and then told them just to drop the ropes
downs o that the ends came to the floor.
Why?
That was Dark
Hair’s question, but I decided not to reply at that time – instead, I took a
second length of rope from the back, shook it loose and then walked behind her,
passing it round her arms above her chest and then pulled it tight, before
taking it round her lower lip.
Knotting the
ropes behind her back, I went back to my satchel and removed more rope, shaking
it free and doubling it over before I made sure her arms were held against her
sides as well. For both of them there
was that perplexed look – especially as I told them to face each other, and to
put their arms round each other, so that they were holding their partners.
More rope –
shorter lengths this time – as I stood behind Brown Hair and crossed Dark
Hair’s wrists before binding them tightly together with rope. They were forced closer together by this –
and then I reached between Brown Hair’s legs and pulled the rope back, making
her gasp as I pulled the lengths against her crotch and then tied the ends to
Dark Hair’s wrists.
I could see the
shock in Dark Hair’s eyes as she tried to move her hands – and then heard Brown
Hair’s moans in response as the ropes rubbed on her there. It allowed me to walk behind her and bind
Brown Hair’s wrists in the same way behind her back, the rope rubbing and
squeaking on her shorts as I pulled it back and up.
She gasped as
well as the ropes was secured to Brown Hair’s wrists, as she asked what I was
doing this for. I answered honestly –
because I wanted to. There is something
so subtle about the sound of rope on leather, and corduroy even more – and as
Dark Hair and Brown Hair twisted round, that sound was clear.
There was more
though – the looks in their faces as they moved, their chests rubbing together,
it was obvious the rubbing was given them some unfamiliar feelings as
well. So it was no surprise to me that
they kissed, their eyes closed as they moved together in all ways.
Unfortunately,
I had other things to deal with – but that did not mean I could not take a
short break, as I stood behind Dark Hair, reached round and began to massage
her chest. She closed her eyes and
moaned, as Brown Hair looked at me – and then kissed Dark Hair’s throat and
neck, making her moan even more as she closed her eyes and tried to move her
bound wrists up and down.
The squeak of Brown
Hair, both from her pants and from her mouth, was an encouragement to me to
continue as well as I felt Dark Hair’s breasts firming up under my attentions. They continued to kiss each other, Brown
Hair’s breasts now rubbing no the back of my gloved hands, so that she was
getting more aroused as well.
All good
things, however – so I pulled my own hands out and told them both to stand
still. I could see they continued to
kiss each other, both on the lips and on the neck, as I took more ropes from my
satchel and knelt down, passing it round Dark Hair’s legs below her knees and forcing
them together as I took the rope round several times. As I did, I flet her moving her legs as well,
especially when I took the rope between her legs and made the binding even
tighter.
She stopped
kissing and glanced down, before she said “we’re going to be really kept
together.”
“I guess so,”
Brown Hair said as she looked down, seeing me pass the rope round her legs as
well, pulling it tight as they held each other up – emotionally and
physically. So as I helped them both to
kneel down, and then secured their ankles, I knew they would be – suitably
distracted.
Just to make
sure, however, I secured their legs together and to each other above their
knees. There was one more thing I needed
to do – gently push folded cloths into their mouths, and then covering their lips
with white tape – the shape pf their lips visible underneath as I proceeded to
search the house.
When I came
back in, they were still kissing, so I added a little something I had found to
their crotches – the power of the electric toothbrush, as they both started to
shake and scream into their gags. Such a
beautiful sound…
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