Blinded to the Truth
I can still
remember the first time I stumbled upon the modus operandi that works for
me. I had graduated some months before,
and had some modest success in a number of burglaries, so I felt confident as I
forced the kitchen window and climbed through into the empty house. I’m a classicist in that sense – the black
jumper and pants, and I came prepared in case I did come across anyone at home.
A fact I was
grateful for, because when I went into the hallway, I saw a shadow at the glass
front door, and quickly walked into the front room as I heard the lock open,
and someone coming in. I stood there,
controlling my breathing, as the door opened, the light on, and a middle aged
woman with short blonde hair came in.
she was wearing a cap sleeved black dress, and knee length black leather
boots, with a long scarf loosely wrapped round her neck. The scarf was gold and brown on one side, and
had a tiger print on the other – but that wasn’t really that important, as I walked
up behind her and pressed my toy pistol against her back.
Yes, I know –
bit I didn’t like using a gun, not a real one anyway. And besides – she didn’t know that, as I told
her to let her black purse drop to the floor, and to put her hands behind her
back.
She did so –
nice and slowly – and asked who I was as she did so. I was honest – I told her I was robbing her,
and I needed to make sure she did not raise the alarm – as I took a length of
white rope from my pocket, crossed her wrists behind her back, and secured them
tightly together – six passes round, separate the ends, three time in-between
her arms, and tie the ends off out of reach of her fingers.
I asked her if
she was alone – and that got a laugh and a snort, as she said who would want to
be with her on this day. I had forgotten
it was the fourteenth of February, but I had a job to do – so I took her scarf,
tied a knot in the middle where the two colour schemes met, and pulled that
between her teeth, tying the scarf round her neck and then telling her to sit
down in front of her black leather couch.
She did this,
watching as I took some more rope from the bag I had, and tied her ankles
tightly together. The ends of the scarf
were over her right shoulder, as I did my trick at that time – using more rope
to tie her feet together, using the heels of her boots as an anchor.
When I stood
up, I watched her as she wriggled round, wondering if I should secure her
further, before deciding against it as I opened her handbag and removed her
purse, then her money and cards from said purse, ignoring her muffled grunts of
complaint. But then I looked at her –
and I swear to god, I had no idea where this came from – before I went into the
hallway and returned with a black wool scarf.
One I then, to
her surprise, tied round her head as a blindfold, and the most amazing change
came over her. She stopped struggling,
and moved her head around, asking (I presume) where I had gone to. She looked even more helpless than usual, as
I watched her – and was aware of just how much more satisfying the sight was to
me as well.
I also
remembered what day it was, as I whispered into her ear she was a strong and
beautiful woman, before kissing her neck.
The reaction to that surprised me as well – she seemed to melt before my
eyes, relaxing as she said “thssshnss – shhhthghn.”
So I kissed her
there again, and then on her throat, as she started moaning. It was as if someone was appreciating her for
the first time, as I kept kissing her, and then started to gently play with her
breasts – and she groaned as she pushed herself into me.
So there I was
– a robber, who had bound, gagged and blindfolded a middle aged woman on St
Valentine’s Day, and suddenly I was making her night for her? I played with her a while longer, but nothing
serious, but I eventually said I had to finish robbing her, and I wasn’t that
sort of robber really.
She nodded and
said “dhnkuhhnnwh,” the knot getting very dark in her
mouth as I took what I could – but as I left that house, I knew I had found the
way to work that really clicked for me.
And what was
more, I made a vow on that night, if I was free, I would select a very special
person I had seen to visit in this way…
The first time
I went that way was the following year – there was a neighbour of my mother’s,
a lovely woman who had been very kind to me and my family when I was growing
up, but I knew she was lonely, and I also knew she had some very nice rings and
other jewellery.
That night, I
watched her as she walked into her house – she was wearing a long dark coat,
but I could see the red jumper and yellow and black tartan skirt underneath it,
the dark hose on her legs, and the over the knees camel coloured leather boots.
I waited a
while as the light went on in her house, before I walked across the road and up
to the front door. Slowly opening it, I
could hear her talking to someone in the kitchen – but I also could see the
empty handset holder, so I knew she was on the telephone to someone, so I
slipped into her front room, and waited for my opportunity.
An opportunity
which came as she walked in, not seeing me behind the door as she put a tray
down on the low table. On the tray was
her supper – a lasagne and a glass of wine – so I hoped she would forgive me as
I put the end of the toy pistol against her back, and told her not to panic,
not to scream – if she did as I said, no harm would come to her.
I was relieved
when she nodded slowly, and I told her to put her hands behind her back. As she did so, I crossed her wrists and tied
them tightly together with white cord, saying as I did so all I wanted were her
valuables, and she would not come to any harm.
Tying the last knot off, I said she should slowly turn round, and I
picked up my bag as I stayed behind her.
Asking where
her jewellery was, and smiling as she said in her bedroom, I said she should
walk there in front of me, and not turn round.
I tried to contain my joy as she walked forward, me following as we went
up the staircase, and into her room.
I told her to
stop by the bed, and close her eyes. As
she did so, I took a black sleep mask from my bag, and slipped it over her
eyes, smiling as she asked why I was blindfolding her. I said so that she could not see me, and then
I told her to turn round and sit on the bed.
She did that,
as I put my bag down and took some more rope out, and then knelt down as I
started to bind her ankles tightly together, in the same way as her wrists been
though her feet were side by side. I
still liked to tie their feet as well, so I did that, the rope sitting at the
place the heels of her boots met the soles, and pulled between her feet as
well. The mouse as she tried to move her
feet was – enticing, and only added to as I tied her legs together below her
knees, taking the rope between her legs there as well.
She wriggled
round – and then stopped as she felt my lips on her neck. “Hey,”£ she said as she looked round, “what
do you think you are doing?”
“Kissing you –
is that a problem?”
“Did I say you
could?”
“No – but you
didn’t say I could not,” I said with a smile, and then I kissed her lips – to
her astonished surprise, as she sat still for a few minutes, and then said
“well… That was nice… But you have me tied up and blindfolded. What’s next – keep me quiet.”
“Yes,” I said
quietly as I pushed a folded cloth into her mouth, and then covered it with
strips of white tape. She grunted and
twisted round – and then when she felt my lips on her neck again, she stopped
complaining and, just like the previous year with the other woman, she seemed
to relax and enjoy it.
I then gently
kissed her throat, hearing her sigh before I started to use my hands to massage
her chest, and she let her head fall back and moaned. I continued to tease her in this way, before
I walked round and removed her rings from her fingers, her earrings, her
necklace – kissing her as each item was taken off, and she rubbed her head
against me.
It felt so
amazing for me as well – I have to admit, I was getting aroused too, but at
that time I didn’t want to take advantage of the situation too much. Instead, I put my arms round her and massaged
her chest from behind as she wriggled round and rubbed her legs together,
feeling her breasts firm up, her nipples harden – but not removing any of her
clothing. Instead, after a while, I made
her lie on her side and left her on the red duvet, her head on the pillows as
she squirmed round, and I helped myself to the rest of her jewellery…
A couple of
years after that, I had moved to a different city, but it was that day again,
and I was following home a middle aged woman – thin, with short dark hair,
wearing a long brown leather coat and long brown boots. She was just a random choice – but it was the
night I most loved to be practising my craft…
She eventually
entered the front door of a block of flats, and I watched a light go on on the second floor flat.
Smiling to myself, I walked up to the front door and used a false card
to get in – easy if you know how – and then made my way up to the front door of
the flat. It was easy to open it, and as
I slipped inside I saw the coat hanging up, the long boots on the floor – and
heard some noise in the bedroom.
I walked slowly
over and peeked in, to see her putting some clothes away in a wardrobe. She was wearing a lime green top with elbow
length sleeves and a deep neckline, a short black skirt, and dark hose – and when I put something against her back, and told
her to be quiet and not make any noise, I swear she started to shake as she
asked who I was.
“Just your
common robber,” I whispered into her ear, and then I told her to lie face down
on the bed. It had a tasteful duvet
cover with squares of various shades of orange. And as she lay down she asked
what I was going to do to her.
Well, I asked
her what she wanted me to do with her, and she said nothing, while I took her
hands behind her back. Rather than
crossing her wrists, I just tied them together with her palms side by side with
each other – but I did take the rope around and between her arms so they were
tightly secured.
I then removed
from my bag a dark grey sleep mask, and slipped that over her eyes, saying that
she would not be harmed if she did not resist me. She nodded as I took some more rope, and tied
her ankles together, the dark hose lightening under the right bands as the rope
went round and between her legs.
No, I did not
tie her feet together this time – I had moved on from that, but I did roll her
over and help her to sit up, before tying her legs together above her knees as
she sat on the bed. My gloved fingers
stroked her legs as the rope went around and between, and as she gasped I asked
her how it felt to her.
“Different,”
she said quietly, but as I pulled the rope tighter she shook again, and I asked
her if it felt good. I could see the
indecision as she sat there, and then slowly nodded as she said it did feel
good.
Well, I said I
was going to make her feel really special, but before she could ask how I
pushed a pair of her panties into her mouth, and then used a knotted strip of
purple silk as a cleave gag, the knot sitting between her lips as I tied the
band round her head. She mumbled “whhhdhudhthsss,” and then gasped as I gently massaged her
shoulders.
I had more rope
with me as well – and as I tied it round her arms and chest, pulling tight
under her breasts, I could see her top stretching over her. she was not what you could charitably call
well endowed, but I took the rope around above and below, the bands pressing on
and forcing her breasts out as she started panting.
I tied the
ropes off, and then gently ran my finger over her nipples – that made her gasp
and then nod as I gently rubbed my hands over them, and then started to massage
her chest as she wriggled against me. I
knew what it was doing to me – and she knew as well, as her fingers stroked
over my bulge and she asked if I was enjoying it.
Well, what she
said “Hrhhhhsnshhnnht,” and I kissed her neck in
reply, before I slipped my hands under her top, and started to gently squeeze
her chest as well. She groaned at that,
and pressed against me as I kissed her neck and shoulders. She was squirming round, and I could tell she
was also getting excited from the way she was twisting round.
She shuddered
after a while and rested her head on my chest, before I laid her down on the
bed, pulling her ankles back and tying them to her chest ropes before kissing
her as I removed her jewellery, then raided her boxes. Before I left, however, I kissed her gagged lips
as she said “Fhnkuhhhh…”
Now, in more
recent years I have to admit I may have got more adventurous in how I have
played with the women I have visited – usually at their encouragement, it has
to be said, but I have never actually had full intercourse with them. They, on the other hand, nay have shown their
appreciation to me…
Five years ago,
I was in a very posh area of town having spent the day at… Well, that’s another
story for another time. Let’s just say I
was making my way home when I saw this Bentley pull up at a house, and a very
tall, very well built blonde haired woman got out, wearing a black dress and
high heels.
Now, the thing
was, I had no rope yet, but the opportunity was too good, as I watched her walk
into the house – and I made my way up the side, finding the side door and
slipping in. Careless of someone to
leave that unlocked…
The woman was
in her front room, and to be honest, there was no other way of doing this
except to grab a large knife from the kitchen, and walk in to confront
her. she looked at me, and at the knife
in my hand, before she said “are you going to rape me?”
I looked at
her, and said “no – why, is that a fantasy of yours?” I was surprised as she nodded, so I said “no,
I don’t do that – but I may force you to do something to me, if you catch my drift. First, however, I have to tie you up – do you
have any rope or tape?”
“No – but there
are scarves in my room,” she said as she stood up, and put her hands in the air
before she walked in front of me, me following wondering what I had walked
into, as we went up to her very nice bedroom.
“Look in the
drawer over there,” she said as she sat down, and crossed her wrists behind her
back. I looked in and took out two
scarves, on black with a gold pattern, the other white. Folding the white scarf into a band, I tied
her wrists together, and then secured her ankles with the second scarf.
As she wriggled
round, I picked up a red sleep mask that was on the bedside table, and put it
over her head as she giggled. “I always
do this for those I visit,” I said quietly before I knelt behind her on the
bed, and started to massage her chest to her own pleasure.
“Oh yes,” she
groaned, “I understand why you do not wish to rape me, but that is so good as
well…”
“I live to give
pleasure to those I visit – especially on this night…”
“Ah,” she
gasped as I squeezed her nipples, “the night for lovers. So what are you going to make me do?”
“I will not
rape you, but you will please me, if you so desire…”
She nodded as
she shuffled into my hands, and then managed to kneel on the floor with my
help. I walked in front of her, having
first collected some other things, and saw her smile as I slowly unzipped my
pants.
“go on – I want
to do it,” she whispered as I held my cock in front of her lips, and she gently
kissed it, and then put them over it, pulling back with a soft pop before she
put her lips over it again, and slowly drew me in…
Hey – I think
you can imagine the rest. Anyway, I left
her on her side, after pushing a pair of her panties into her mouth, and one of her thick black scarves as a cleave
gag.
So how shall I
be spending this most wonderful night this evening? Well, right now, I am in an exclusive
apartment in Mayfair, looking at the famed jewellery designer. I surprised her when she came in, and right
now I am tying one of her white scarves over her head as a blindfold. Truth to tell, I forgot to bring the sleep mask
this time…
I already have
her wrists secured together behind her back, and her ankles crossed and secured
with soft white rope. And yes, I tied
the rope round her shoes as well Some
habits really do die hard. Smiling, I
take some more rope and tie her legs together above her knees, making sure I
cinch the band as well.
As I do this,
she feels my fingers on her legs, and asks what I am doing. Well, I show her as she is put into a
kneeling position, and I start to massage her chest. The designer houndstooth jacket moves under
my gloved hands as she starts gasping.
But then, her
whole outfit oozes class – the short black skirt, natural hose and white
heels. But at this moment in time, she is
losing herself in my attentions – especially when I open her jacket up, right
after I stuff some cloth into her mouth and wrap the white tape around her
head.
Tonight, I will
leave her feeling fantastic…
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