The Four
Seasons of Selfie Snatching
You know the
song, Four Seasons in One Day? Well, it
was more like a week for me recently, as I – invited some women in my own way
to spend some time with me.
The first one
was actually a commission – someone who had hired me for an experience, so I
let myself in through the open kitchen door of January Maitland’s house,
hearing her moving around on the upper floor as I crept as quietly as possible
up. Eventually, I stood outside the door
of the master bedroom, and peeped inside.
January had
long bleached blonde hair, cut to frame her face and reach her shoulders and
she was wearing a peached coloured dress with little ruffs at the shoulders,
and long sleeves. The skirt came down to
her knees, and she was wearing a pair of over the knee tight black leather
boots with a two inch heel. She was
posing and preening in front of the full length mirror – and then she took her phone
out, and took the selfie – the signal for me to get to work.
I saw the look
in her eyes when I appeared behind her and covered her mouth with my latex
gloved hand – and then she relaxed as she realised who it was, and I told her
to hand me her phone. I then tossed it
on the bed, and told her I was going to take her hand away, and I wanted her to
open her mouth.
She nodded
slowly as I took my hand away, opening her mouth as I pushed the compressed red
sponge ball into her mouth, and told her to close her lips over it. When she did so, I pressed a strip of clear
tape down over her mouth, making sure there were no creases or air bubbles or
anything that may give the game away that she was being gagged.
She nodded as I
then took her hands behind her back, but I started by using some thin, strong
cord to make her elbows stay together, forcing her shoulders back and her chest
out. She twisted from side to side as I took
the rope between her arms to make it tighter.
Only then did I tie her wrists together, the rope ging around and
between them before I tied the ends off on top of the binding, out of the way
of her immaculately manicured nails.
Smiling, I then
took a coat from her wardrobe and put it over her, tucking the cuffs into the
empty pockets, before I walked her down the stairs and to the side of her house,
where my van was parked.
Taking her into
the back, I made her sit down and secured her ankles together, as well as her legs
below her knees, before I closed the van door and got behind the driver’s
seat. I then set off on a tour of the
local countryside for a couple of hours, the radio on as I tried to block out
her moans in the back of the van…
Eventually,
however, I pulled back up and got into the back of the van, untying her and
then removing the tape and the sponge from her mouth. January was certainly grateful – especially
when she walked slowly back into her
house...
Two days later,
I was doing something for my own personal reward, as I waited in the rear of a
clothing store. I happened to know the
owner – and yes, she has spent some time with me – and she wanted one of her regular
customers to have the experience.
Eventually,
April came into the changing booth next to me.
She was in her early fifties, with dark black hair and wearing black
framed glasses. She was not that tall,
and certainly not that slim, but she was wearing a dark dress with a white and
brown print design on it, and a low neckline.
She was also wearing black leather boots which went up and under the hem
of the skirt of her dress.
There was a curtain
separating us, so I listened as I heard her try on certain things, before I
heard her sitting down. I peeked through
to see her take out a red phone, and look at herself in the mirror – and then
she took the picture.
And saw me in
the mirror behind her, the mask covering my head, as I told her not to scream or
shout, and then to give me her phone.
She slowly took it back over her shoulder as I took it, and then I told
her to put her hands slowly behind her back.
As she did so,
I took a plastic zip tie and used it to secure her wrists together, and then I
pressed a length of silver tape down over her mouth – before using the roll to
secure her arms to her sides, wrapping it round her body above and below her
chest.
Now shew as
making certain threatening sounds, but I told her she had no choice in this matter,
m as I helped her to stand up and collected her handbag, before making her
leave through the rear of the store and get into the back of my van.
Once I had her
sitting down, I took a second zip tie and wrapped it round her ankles, forcing
them together as she tried to move and made the leather on leather squeaking
sound that sounds so good… Anyway, once
I had them secured I bent her legs and taped them together above her knees,
then removed her glasses and taped over her eyes as well.
~From there, I
took her to my centre of operations, leaving her on a bed as I checked the fund
raising site my friend had set up to raise the money for April’s safe
return. She had already paid me, so I
was more than happy to see it was a success…
Sometimes, even
though I am know as The Selfie Snatcher, I do go back to my former career – but
this occasion, I ended up combining both.
IT was a house in Dollis Hill, and I got in easily enough before I
started to look round – and then I heard the noises up the stairs.
I was dressed
in black, with a stocking mask on, but as I walked slowly up I heard giggling –
and then in a bedroom I saw the two ladies who shared this particular house. Their names were June and Augusta, and they
were in their mid-twenties -a swell as looking as if they were going to a 60’s
party. June had long brown hair, and was
wearing a short halter neck backless dress, the fabric a swirl of yellow, red
and green stripes. She was also wearing
a pair of white PVC booties that came up to above her ankles. Augusta, on the other hand, was wearing a long
sleeved purple blouse with ruffled sleeves, a white miniskirt, and knee length
white PVC boots.
So I watched
them for a while, as they laughed – and then June took out her mobile phone,
and took a selfie of both of them – which was my cue to come in with a gun in my
hand, making them both shriek as I told them to remain quiet still, and hand me
the phone.
June was very
quiet as she handed it over, and then I told them to stand facing each other,
and to put their arms around each other’s body.
As they did this, I put the ag I hoped to leave with nice things in on
the bed, and drew out a length of white cord before walking behind Augusta.
They both let
out a gasp as I crossed June’s wrists in the small of Augusta’s back, and then bound
them tightly together with the rope. Walking
behind June, I then crossed Augusta’s wrists and bound them together in the
same way, so that they had to stand facing each other.
They were staring
into each other’s eyes as I took longer lengths of rope, and used it to bind June
and Augusta’s upper arms to their bodies so that they could not really move
them apart. I also wrapped rope around
both of them at their waists, so that they were drawn closer together.
I tied the
ropes off, and then realised they were actually kissing each other - and
enjoying that, so I made sure they had their ankles secured tightly together, m
as well as their legs below their knees, so that their legs squeaked as they
squirmed around.
I did have to
make sure they stayed quiet, however, so I wrapped white micropore tape round
their heads to gag them, but allow them to continue to gag kiss as I made them
shuffle over to the bed, and then le down on it before I hogtied both of them.
I then
proceeded to rob them, but be assured, they were distracting themselves form
the situation in a very effective manner…
Finally, there
was Octavia – and this one was all for my own benefit. I have been watching her for some time –
mid-twenties, long blonde hair, and on this particular day was wearing a long sleeve
black top that was tucked into her blue jeans, a wide black leather belt round
her waist and the neckline pulled down off the shoulders. The legs of those jeans were ticked into a
very shiny pair of over the knee burgundy leather boots, laced at the back of
her knees.
She was trying
to be the classic beauty, but not quite there – but as I watched her walk into
the block of flats she lived in, I smiled and followed, catching the door as
someone else came out.
I also had a
key to her flat, so I was able to let myself in a few minutes later, putting on
some leather gloves as I did so. I also
had a pair of dark glasses on, as I looked in the bedroom, and saw her posing,
her back to me as she turned and took a selfie of herself in the mirror.
Her screams
into my gloved hand as I walked in and grabbed her were very loud, and very
real – as was her struggling as I told her to calm down, and do what I told her
to do. It took some time for her to realise
she was not going to win that particular argument, but eventually she calmed
down before she tried to say something like “What’s going on…”
“Hand me your phone,
and then put your hands behind your back.”
She slowly did
that as I crossed her wrists, and secured them together with thin white rope,
before I passed a longer rope round her and pulled her arms against her sides. She let out a soft gasp as the rope rubbed on
her bare upper arms, the bands there and below her chest getting wider before I
knotted the ropes off behind her.
I wasn’t done
then, however – I tied some rope there, and took it under her arms at one side,
[pulling the rope up and taking it round the back of her neck before I did the
same thing at the other side. That made
a tight harness already tighter – and I was going to do more. Once I had her gagged, so I told her to open
her mouth.
Well, she
proved reluctant – until I pinched her nose and she had to open her mouth,
which meant I could push her folded panties into her mouth. “Why did I have her
panties? Bear with me – all will become
clear.
Anyway, she was
trying to push said material out – so I covered her mouth with one hand while
peeling loose the end of a roll of white tape, and then wrapping it tightly
round her head, covering her mouth and keeping the material in.
Oh she did not
like that – and she liked it even less when I made her lie face down on the
bed.
“Actually,
strike that – it was the long rope I passed under the bands in front of her and
pulled down, making her breasts even more prominent that really upset her.
And then she
got really, really upset as I pulled the rope back between her legs, and secured
it to her wrists. THEN I made her lie
face down on the bed, crossed and bound her ankles together, then bound er legs
together below her knees – before I placed her in a tight hogtie.
Now, I know
what you’re going to say – how can the selfie Snatcher snatch her away when she
is like that in her own room? More to
the point, the key, her panties?
Well, for that,
you have to leave her, struggling on the bed, as I leave with my bag, and then
shake the hand of her boyfriend, who had paid me to do this, before I left the
flat. I did not want to be there when
she figured out what he had done…
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