Indian Nights
There is a
certain atmosphere in the air, almost as if the flowers are calling out to the
insects to come and help pollinate. A
heady, musky atmosphere and smell, an aroma that hung like a veiled curtain in
the air. What it does is permeate
everything, add a layer of a sensual nature to all you do, think, say,
believe. That is important to what was
about to happen, as I made my way through the busy streets. The sights, sounds, smells just seemed to
thicken and heighten the sensations I am experiencing. Still, I had a purpose in mind, so I focus
purely on my destination, on my intent.
The
destination is a simple white walled house, with a small fence round it and a
tiny patch of grass long bleached of the lush green that should be there. To open and close the gate silently was an
easy affair, as it was to open the door to the house and slip in – people are
so trusting in this area, and so welcoming.
I find it a great boon when this is the case – it can be so much effort
and damage to gain entry otherwise.
It was quiet
inside, which is the way I like it – so I made my way through the darkened
rooms. Not so dark that I could not see
– and I have excellent night vision at any rate – but dark enough to cover my
movements from anyone looking over from the street. As a result, it was simple to find the safe,
simple to open it, simple to start to empty it – and simple to stop when I
heard the front door open and close, and footsteps on the lower floor. I closed the safe door to, stood up and
walked towards the door, controlling my breathing, staying as quiet as I could
as the steps came closer.
As the
bedroom door opened, I watched the tall, graceful woman as she walked in. She had long brown hair, which flowed over
the shoulders of her ivory silk tunic, a pale blue dupatta draped gracefully
over her left arm. The tunic itself had
long translucent sleeves, with a blue star motif on the cuff, and on the hem
that hung near her knees was a blue fern pattern and a gold edge. She was also wearing a pair of ivory silk
pants, and her elegant feet sat in a pair of blue and silver sandals. I could see the blue nail polish on her
toenails, and red on her finger nails, as well as the gold ring with a large
blue opal.
I waited as
she turned the light on, and looked round the room, the perfume in the air
added to by the heavy scent that was emanating from her own body. It was intoxicating in the extreme, and I
smiled as I walked silently forward, clamping my gloved hand over her mouth as
I pulled her against my chest, and told her to be quiet.
I was not at
all surprised that she was not quiet – that she in fact screamed into my
leather covered palm, and tried to force it off me. She soon discovered that was a futile
argument – my hold was too strong, but just in case I reached round with my
free hand, grabbed her wrists and said in a calm, clear voice again she had to
stop struggling, and calm down. As she
tried to fight back, I inhaled again the perfume – a musk base, with hints of
sandalwood and lotus blossom. A strange
combination, to be sure, but it added to the atmosphere, as I continued to hold
her until eventually she stopped struggling, her breath to on my hand coming in
short bursts as she tensed in my grip.
When she did
this, I said I would take my hand away if she remained quiet, and smiled as she
nodded in agreement. Taking my hand
away, she asked me who I was, and what was I doing in her home?
Well, I said
I would answer in a moment, once I was sure she would not give me any trouble,
so she needed to move her arms slowly behind her back. She asked why, and I said just to do it, or I
may force her to. That got the desired
result, as I took from my pocket a length of silk cord. It only took me a few minutes to secure her
wrists together, her hands palm to palm, and taking the cords between her wrists
as well. The result – a tight, secure, snug
and comfortable binding that held her wrists, with no way for even her long
elegant fingers to find and unravel the knot.
I then told
her to sit on the bed, as I took my first good look at her. She was in her early twenties, with green
eyes, and she had a blue opal held in a silver jewel on her forehead. She also had on a silver necklace, with a
number of opals embedded in the silverwork.
Beautiful, and valuable as well. As
she looked at me, I took another length of silk cord from my pocket, and knelt
in front of her, quickly securing her ankles together side by side, and then
standing up again. I watched as she
tried to move her wrists and ankles, and then looked at me and asked the
correct question.
What did I
want?
I wasn’t
quite read to answer that question yet – well, not in totality – so I told her
that I was robbing her. She tried to
watch me as I walked behind her, and removed her necklace, and then saw the
rucksack I placed on the bed as I removed from inside it a velvet bag and
placed the jewelled necklace inside. I
also removed her forehead jewel – gently, of course – and placed that into the
bag, before I told her to stay where she was.
I also made it clear that if she did move, or talk, it would be a
decision that she would have cause to regret.
Naturally,
she then turned and watched as I continued to empty the contents of her safe,
thinking I was not aware – and then just as quickly turned round as I stood up,
and looked at her. I could see her
shiver, as I took the dupatta from her arm, and rolled it into a thick
band.
As I told her
to open her mouth, I saw her shiver again, but she opened her mouth, and made a
strange mewling sound as I pulled the rolled cloth between her lips, forcing
her tongue to the floor of her mouth as I wrapped the dupatta around her neck,
pulled it between her lips again and then secured the ends tightly together at
the base of her neck, lifting her hair out of the way so that she did not have
her hair trapped.
I needed to
test the efficacy of the gag, of course, so I reached round from behind her and
started to caress her chest. Of course
she tried to move out of the way, but that just meant my hands rubbing more, as
I heard her well muffled cries of protest.
You can therefore imagine what
she did – or rather did not say, as I lifted up the edge of her tunic and
lifted it over her head, exposing her white bra as she struggled. I let it fall over her wrists, and then saw
her expression change as I took from the rucksack more silk rope, and used it
to bind her arms together below her elbows, making them touch as the rope went
around and between her limbs.
She said
something that sound like dundis, as I saw the way her chest was forced out –
and then released her wrists long enough to remove the tunic, before I bound
them tightly together again – and then took a length of rope around her waist,
locking her wrists against her back as I did so. She watched as I carefully folded her tunic,
and placed it over the back of a chair, and then she began to realise what it
was I had not said to that point, as I started to gently kiss her neck and
shoulders as my hands caressed and massaged her chest. I could feel her nipples harden and her
breasts firm under my arms as she protested, and even pleaded, but I was in
charge now, as I kept going.
And as I kept
going, I felt her start to move as well, unable to stop herself as her body
started to overrule her head. I took the
moment to take a longer length of rope from my rucksack, and bind her arms to
her sides, taking the rope above and below her chest as I did so, the bands
framing and forcing her breasts out even more.
It was this feeling of control I looked forward to – but I was still
gentle, still careful, making sure she was not hurt at the same time as her
sensual nature was aroused more and more.
She said
something like whitsharpen, as I laid her on her back, straddling her legs as I
continued to play with her chest, and leaned down to kiss her neck, her
shoulders, and then as I eased the cups of her bra down her chest and her
breasts, her moans increasing dramatically as my lips enclosed and teased on
her nipples.
And no, I
will not deny it – as she began to squirm under me, it was having an effect on
me as well. An effect I wanted to show
her, but not yet. She needed to be
prepared first, as I moved down, pulling her pants down with me until I
released her ankles and pulled them off.
I moved to
the side of the bed, bending her left leg and kissing her chest as I used silk
to secure her ankle to her thigh, her leg below her knee, and then repeated the
process on the other side, before spreading her legs and starting to use my
lips and tongue to pleasure her.
That seemed
to bring down the last of the barriers, as she moved in response to me, and I
tasted her juices. I continued to do
this, to bring her to the peak and then pull back, looking at her as she looked
down at me and slowly shook her head from side to side. So I went back to work, before I removed my
own pants and she saw how aroused I was.
I took a moment to prepare myself, to put on protection, and then enter
her, feeling her body grip me as she groaned and urged me to continue.
That was what
I heard, and how could I resist the request of a beautiful lady? So I moved with her, as she gripped me, and
we both responded, feeling the pressure and pleasure increase, my pants mixing
with her muted calls, until we both had to give release.
As she
collapsed on the bed and panted, the scent of her own juices adding to the atmosphere,
I slipped out and put my own pants on, before I rolled her over and secured her
ankles to the chest ropes.
And with that
I left her to recover, as I slipped into the perfumed night, satisfied in every
respect...
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