Bedtime
Xandra and I
share a flat in the Knightsbridge area – we’ve been together for three years
now, and I firmly believe we are life partners.
After the events of the other night, that is even more true…
Xandra is two
years older than me, and a couple of inches taller – which, given I am five
foot ten, is nice. She had short
red-brown hair as opposed to my long blonde locks, and works as a production
assistant at a television company, while I earn an honest crust as a sales rep
– in Harrods. It means we both have to
dress in a certain way – so when we relax together, or go to a club, we like to
dress in a way we want to.
The other
night, that meant we were dressed identically – tight white dresses with a
single strap over our left shoulders, and tight knee length black leather boots
with his heels. The skirt of our dresses
barely covered our bottoms, never mind anything else – but when that bottom is
as cute and firm as Xandra’s is, I am not complaining.
Anyway – we
went to a club, had a good time, and came home – and that was when the evening
took a very different turn. We came into
the flat, Xandra smiling as I closed and locked the door before turning round –
and I saw him behind her.
He was taller
than Xandra, and his head had something dark pulled down over it that obscured
and blurred his features. In the dark, I
was not sure what it was – but then he turned the light on, and I saw it was a
dark stocking, pulled down and tucked under the collar of his dark jumper.
“What
the…”
“Not a word,
either of you,” he said quietly as Xandra’s eyes opened wide, “I have a knife
against her back, and you don’t want to spoil this dress, do you?”
“No – please,
don’t hurt her…”
“Then keep that
pretty mouth of yours closed, and do exactly what I say,” he said as he looked
at me. “Get those soft hands in the air,
and walk into the bedroom – you can walk after her.” Xandra and I looked at each other, before we
slowly raised our hands and I walked first into the bedroom, Candra following
with him. When we went in, I saw that
there was rope on the bed – a lot of rope, in varying lengths, as well as some
things I did not recognise.
“What do you
want of us,” Xandra said as I turned to look at them.
“Right now,” he
said as I looked at him, “to shut the fuck up and not say another word.” I could see him clearly now – tall, dark
clothing, and not messing about. He
looked at me, and said “pick up that shorter length of rope there, and come
behind your bitch.”
“She’s not a
bitch,” I said angrily.
“I don’t care if
you think she’s a cow,” he almost shouted, “pick up the rope, and get over here
– NOW!” I didn’t want to make him any angrier,
so I picked up the rope and slowly walked round. I could now see the knife - a big hunting one
– as he looked at me and said “Do as I say, or you both get hurt, got it?” As I nodded, he put the knife down and then
pulled Xandra’s hands behind her back, crossing her wrists as he looked at me.
“Double the
rope over, then wrap it round her wrists – feed the ends through the middle,
and pull back.”
“It’s all
right, do as he says,” Xandra said quietly as I complied, seeing the white rope
on her soft pale skin as I pulled it tightly round them. I could see the way it sat as I was forced to
wind it tightly round both wrists, then tuck the rope under the top band.
“Good –
separate the ends, and pull then tightly between her arms, then tie the ends
off with a triple knot where she cannot reach it.”
“I’m sorry,” I
said as I did what he said, seeing how tight it was making the ropes, before I
tiend the end off and straightened up, putting my arms round Xandra and hugging
her as I kissed her neck and shoulders.
“It’s going to
be all right,” she whispered as she rubbed her head against mine.
“Only if you do
as I say,” the man said quietly, “pick up one of the longer lengths of rope, and
stand behind her again.” I walked round
and picked the rope up, and walked back as he watched.
“Double it over
again, and then pass it round her from behind – pull it tight under her chest.”
“Why are
you…” I saw the look in his eyes, and
then nodded as I obeyed, watching the way her arms were forced against her
sides as I tightened the rope.
“Good – now
above her chest.”
“IT’s… IT’s all
right lover,” Xandra said quietly, “we will be together through this.” I nodded as I wrapped the rope round her body
again and again, up and down, and then secured the ends behind her back in a
way that brought the bands together. I
heard Xandra’s soft sigh as I did this, before the man said “good – get two shorter
lengths, and feed them between her arms and body, around the bands of rope. IT makes it even tighter.” I could almost hear his enjoyment, but I
walked round and then turned round, stopping as I looked at Xandra.
The white
material was stretched so tightly over her chest with the twin bands of rope,
and her chest itself seemed to be much more prominent. She blushed as she saw me looking at her, and
wriggled round as she said “this is different.”
“Aren’t you
scared?”
“Terrified –
but he is in charge,” Xandra said as I came over and fed the rope under her left
armpit, then pulled it tight around both bands and then tied the ropes
off. Going over to the other side, I
tightened the bands again and then stood in front of her. She looked at me as I put my arms round her neck,
and then we shared a long, passionate kiss.
“I could eat
you right now,” Xandra said as she looked at me.
“So could I –
but…”
“Don’t worry,”
the man said quietly as he put his gloved hand on Xandra’s shoulder, “you may
yet. You – I want you to kneel down,
reach under your bitch’s skirt, and remove her panties.”
“I told you,
she’s not a bitch.”
“And I told you
not to argue,” he said in a quiet, even, dangerous tone. I nodded as I knelt down and put my hands
under Xandra’s skirt, slowly pulling down her panties as she stepped out of
them. I held them in my hand, unsure of
what he was going to do next…
“Put them in her
mouth.”
“WHAT DID YOU
JUST SAY?”
We both looked
at him as he smiled under the stocking, and said “put them in her mouth before
I do it myself – do you want that?”
Xandra looked
at me, and then nodded as she opened her mouth.
I was starting to cry as I gently pushed them in, seeing the material
disappear behind her teeth as she closed her eyes and smiled.
“Pick up the
roll of white tape tear, the end loose, and stick it to her cheek.”
“Gohhhhn,” she
said as I slowly complied, the wide roll of tape making a peeling sound as I
tore the end free, and then stuck it on her cheek – before at his instruction I
wound it tightly round her head, trapping her hair against the back of her neck
as it went round and round and round. Eventually,
he made me tear the end free and press it down, as he said “Well done, bitch.”
“Dhtnltthhmghtthuih,”
Xandra mumbled as I nodded and brushed a stray hair away from her face. The tape was pressing her cheeks in, as he
said “on the bed is a small white device.
Pick it up, and bring it over here.”
I nodded as I
slowly walked over, wiping the tears away as I picked up the device. It was small – fitting on the palm of my hand
– and I did wonder what it was.
For about a
minute, as he took it from me and pressed on the ends, and I heard the buzzing
sound. Xandra did as well, as her eyes
opened wide and she shook her head.
“Pick up the long
rope,” the man said quietly, “double it, and pass it under the bands between her
breasts – then pull the ends through the middle and down.” I had to comply as the ropes tightened round
the base of her breasts, the shape and form of her nipples now clearly visible
under the tightly stretched white fabric.
I heard Xandra moan as I let the rope drop to the floor, before the
intruder handed me the device back. I
felt it on my palm, as he said “you know where to put that.”
“Please –
haven’t you…” the question went
unfinished as I saw his look, and then knelt down, whispering “I’m sorry” as I
raised her skirt and then slipped the device into her passage - Xandra groaning
the second I did so, before his gloved hand came between her legs, and he
pulled the rope through and up.
“Don’t move,”
he said as he looked at me and pulled the rope more, hiking her skirt up and
then securing it to the ropes at her back.
I could see where the ropes were sinking between the lips of her sex, rubbing
on her, the dampness already visible, and I so wanted to kiss her there.
“Tie her ankles
together.”
The rope fell
next to me, so I picked it up, just wanting this to be over – but I had to
admit, looking at her body as she wriggled and moaned, something was happening
to me as well…
I did what I
had done to her wrists, the rope making the leather of her boots squeak as I
did so – and then he got me to do one more thing, by tying rope around her legs
so they were held together below her knees.
After I had done that, I slowly stood up and looked at her, her eyes
wide as she started to shake, and I held her, gently kissing her neck and shoulders
as the device worked on her.
“We’ll get through
this,” I whispered as I looked into her eyes – and then I felt the man pulling
my own arms behind my back, felt the rope around my own wrists, felt the
tightness of it as it was pulled around and between my limbs…
“Ehllbhhlrht,”
Xandra mumbled as she put her head on my shoulder, rubbing gently as I felt the
ropes rub on the bare flesh, almost locked together as he secured the
ends. She then raised her head, her
taped lips on my cheek and on my eyes as the rope went round my arms and chest.
It was the
strangest feeling – the bands were so tight not only did they stretch my dress,
but they forced my breasts up and out, so that I felt so different. Xandra looked at me as well, before she
leaned slightly down and nuzzled me there.
It felt so good…
I returned the
favour as he tightened the bands at my side, the taste of her neck on my lips as
she groaned and nodded. I then felt his
hands under my skirt, and I knew what was coming. I waited as Xandra said “Thlklhthhtrr” and
then opened my mouth to receive my panties.
I was surprised
at the taste and the dampness – well, not so much the dampness, but the
sweetness. It distracted me so much that
I barely noticed the pressure eon my cheek, or the soft peeling sound, until I
realised the lower half of my face was covered in tape.
My mind was already
becoming delirious as he tied the rope between my breasts, and then I heard
Xandra say “lhhkhtmh.” As I did so, she
pressed her taped lips on mine, and I closed my eyes, ignoring the fact something
was slipped into me and was starting to drive me nuts, never mind the rope
between my legs that was holding it in there…
My ankles were
held together, my legs below my knees, but we kept kissing – even when our
bodies were suddenly forced together by the man, using some of the rope that
was left to bind us both together so that all we could do was kiss, and move,
and stimulate each other.
Not that much
was needed, with everything else that was happening - but I was wanting Xandra,
and it was clear she wanted me. There
was nothing we could do about it, as he pushed us both over onto the bed, both
of us giving out muffled grunts as our breasts rubbed together.
Muffled grunts
which grew louder from Xandra as he stood behind her, pulled her ankles back
and secured them somewhere behind her. I
wondered what he had done as her body started to shake again, and then he
walked behind me, I felt him bending my legs so far back my boot heels sat on
my bottom – and then he tied a rope from my ankles to the rope between my legs…
There is no way
to describe the feelings that started to run through me then, as Xandra looked
at me. We were both trussed like
chickens, gagged so we could only hear the moans from each other, feel the
touch of each other, smell the sweat, and…
Oh sweet Jesus…
When my body
finally started shaking, I looked at Xandra, saw the sweat on her face, and
kissed her taped lips. I was aware the
man was stealing all we had, but if I was grateful for anything, it was that he
seemed to have no intentions towards us.
Well, and that
Xandra was here with me.
Oh – and
despite everything, with her, I felt amazing, stimulated, and…
Well, you can
guess…
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