Denim Days
Why this may be
the case, I don’t know, but one of the things I love the most is to see a woman
wearing denim in some form or another.
And in my career, there have been occasions when I have had the chance
to share time with women wearing denim.
Silent time,
perhaps, but still time. After all, as a
burglar you have to be prepared to stop them raising the alarm, don’t you?
One particular
lady comes immediately to mind – she was sunbathing in her rear garden when I
surprised her. She had long dark hair
and was wearing a black halter top and denim mini skirt, with white socks and
trainers, and her eyes were closed.
Almost as if she felt she could not be touched in her little kingdom.
It must be nice
to feel so safe and unafraid – so I hope she wasn’t too surprised by my hand
over her mouth, or my request to her not to struggle or scream. It certainly seemed to take her a while to
understand what was happening, but eventually she nodded in agreement.
So, I started
with a nice simple cleave gag – a folded white cloth pulled between her lips
with the ends secured in a nice bow at the base of her neck. It pulled the
corners of her mouth back and looked nice – even if it was not the most
effective of gags in terms of silencing her.
The fear she
seemed to be feeling was enough, however, to keep her quiet. I then took some white cord from my pocket
and made her sit forward, and then bound her wrists tightly together behind her
back. I could see the goosebumps rising
on her bare back as I took the rope around and between her arms, making sure
she could not move her wrists apart.
I then bound
her ankles with another length of rope, making sure it was tightly cinched
between her legs as well. There she was,
sitting with her legs tucked under her bottom, looking at me as if she was
wondering what I was going to do next.
And what did I
do next? I left her there to enjoy the
sunshine as I quickly went into the house, found her purse, and went away
again, leaving her to consider how she could get free…
It is actually
amazing how effectively someone can be immobilised by only a few ropes, and
something to stop them talking clearly.
There was this brunette I surprised at home one Saturday morning – tall,
wearing a cream-coloured t-shirt and faded blue jeans, with nothing on her
feet. And she was alone, watching
Saturday Kitchen.
Well, she
needed a little excitement in her life if that was what she was watching,
didn’t she? After all, James Martin is
fine as a cook, but as a presenter or a person to dream of?
So, I provided
that excitement – making her sit on the long blue velvet couch with her hands
on her head while I tied her ankles tightly together with some white rope I had
found. As I did so, I made her tell me
where I could find all her nice shiny things, while reassuring her she would
come to no harm if she did as I asked.
I then told her
to lie face down and produced the second length of rope I had found – this one
long and brown, which I used to bind her wrists tightly together as she flexed
her fingers. I then took the rope down and
bent her legs slightly before I took the rope between her ankles and round the
binding – and then back up, so that she lay on her side in a hogtie.
Last thing to
do was to keep her quiet – which I did with some blue tape that was lying
round, covering her lips and jaw, before I went to see what I could find. When I came back, she had fallen off the
couch and was on the floor, her eyes closed – but she seemed unharmed, so I
left her to enjoy the dulcet, boring tones of Mister Marten as I left the house…
Mind you, some
of the ladies I have visited have been genuinely excited to end up as I leave
them. There was this one blonde I
visited – I remember she was wearing a peach top with elbow length sleeves, and
pair of knee length denim pants – and again, she was barefoot when I walked in
on her.
This time, I
brought my own ropes, so I made her kneel down on the floor and crossed her wrists
behind her back before I bound them tightly together. She looked over her shoulder as I did this –
and then she surprised me, by saying it was nice and tight.
Turned out she
was one of those people who like being tied up for fun and entertainment – but
I only had a limited amount of rope with me, so I got her to sit down and watch
as I tied her ankles together, and then her legs above her knees so that the
cinched band sat between the bottom of her long shorts and said joints.
She even told
me to go to the hallway and fetch a long black scarf with a floral print and
use that as a cleave gag – and she did look cute with the corners of her mouth
pulled back when I applied it as requested.
Finally, she
managed to lie on her side in front of the television, watching as I pulled her
ankles back and tied them to her wrists, before I left her happily struggling
while I robbed her…
It may appear
from the way I am talking that I am an aficionado of the cleave gag – and I
cannot deny the simplicity, even if the effectiveness in silencing someone on
its own is questionable.
I also like to
keep the binding simple – and yes, it is possible to do it with one long enough
length of rope. This I can demonstrate
with the story of a brunette I surprised one afternoon – she was wearing a
purple vest top and a shirt denim skirt, and I had a long coil of yellow rope.
So, the first
thing I did was made her kneel down, and then used one end of the rope to bind
her crossed wrists tightly together, making sure the rope held firm. I then tied the rope round her waist before I
made her lie on her side on the floor and bent her legs before I tied the rope
round and between her ankles as well.
I took the rope
back up and tied it between her arms again, which kept her secure while I
searched the house. And how did I keep
her quiet? In this case, A red bean bag
in her mouth did the job, with the help of some clear tape…
Still, simple
is best, especially when the lady is wearing denim. And doubly so when she wears a pair of denim
cut-off shorts.
She was a
teacher, with short brown hair and glasses, wearing a black cropped vest, and yes,
she was barefoot as well. We walked up
to her bedroom, where I took some brown rope and bound her wrists tightly
together behind her back, before a white rolled up cloth became a surprisingly
effective cleave gag.
She also had on
glasses – and her eyes were wide as I tied her ankles together, cinching that
binding as well, then had to watch as I took valuables from her drawers…
But then there
is you, my dear lady – I trust you understand why I do what I do now,
especially when you objected so much to my reasonable request.
That’s why I
had to make sure you could not move, in your blue velvet blouse, jeans and
silver shoes – your wrists nicely secured behind your back, rope framing your
chest and then under your arms and over your shoulders. Comfy?
Oh yes – and
then I sat you cross-legged and tied your ankles together so that you could
stay there a while.
And that lovely
blue scarf – so nice with the knot sitting between your teeth to keep you nice
and quiet.
So, tell me –
where are your jewels?
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