In Their Own
Words Dressing Up
For this
week’s edition, we share six stories with a common theme those sharing their
tales in this addition have asked to be identified as they were at the time
these events happened.
We begin
with Marjorie, who was about to go to meet some friends when her exit from her
home was blocked
I was meant to
be going to have morning coffee with the girls at a little caf I know of soi
was dressed rather nicely in my own opinion. The Bebe wool dress I was wearing
had a white neck and shoulders, the rest of the dress purple, and the knee
length boots I was wearing were made of soft leather, with a lace detail up the
back.
My nails and
lips were red, and I was checking my chestnut brown hair, which was in a bob,
so I felt I was ready to go out, have fun, and have a good old chat with my
friends as well as a damn fine hot coffee. So when I
put my bag over my shoulder, and opened the door to step out, the last thing I
expected to happen was for two young rapscallions to take me by the arm and
frog march me back into the house.
I was shocked
to say the least, too shocked to react as they took me into my front room, and
forced me to lie face down on my white leather couch. One of them then pulled
my handbag off me, and forced my hands behind my back, before I heard a rasping
sound and the thin plastic band that was forcing my bare wrists together.
I heard the
sound again as my ankles were forced together, before I was rolled onto my side
and I saw the youngster tear some strips from a roll of silver ape, and press
them down over my mouth. It tugged on the skin on my jaw, but I really had no
chance to stop them now, as one of them watched me and the other went round my
house and home to see what they could find.
I tried to see
if I could find some way to release my wrists which were behind my back. But I
could not find the hasp of the zip tie they had obviously used, and glancing
down I could see the black plastic against the white of my boots, hearing the
squeak as I tried to move my legs.
Their friend
came back, and I could see he had used a pillowcase to steal things from me. He
stopped and looked at me, before they both ran out, and I lay there, wondering
how long it would take for someone to come and rescue this damsel in distress
Had Majorie
made it to the coffee shop and she had to wait for her friends to come and find
her she would have found that the owner was not there that morning anyway
because Sheila had a problem of her own at home
I was getting
ready to head to work, that is true - although my assistant would open up, I liked to get there not long after opening either.
And my clients
like to see me dressed nicely, so I was wearing a stretch fabric black dress
with a zip at the neck, and a yellow band round the chest and upper arms, the
skirt coming halfway down to my knees. I was also wearing a pair of knee length
black leather boots with a short block heel. I also had a wide black leather
belt fastened round my waist, the buckle in front of me.
Which is why it
was so terrifying to be standing in my front room, the curtains drawn over the
windows, as the masked man was securing my wrists together behind my back. He
was wearing a denim jacket and janes with a black t-shirt under the jacket,
black trainers and black gloves but the rope he was
using was thin and tight as my wrists were secured together.
My blonde hair
was styled into a bob, but it was also pressed against the back of my head by
the rolled-up scarf which he had pulled between my red lips and tied round my
head. So I was unable to do more than try to complain as the rope was pulled
down between my arms and then tied off, before he
passed more rope around my body to force my arms against my sides.
The black silk
was pressing down my tongue, forcing back the corners of my mouth, and I
wondered just how bad I was going to look as he tied the ropes off again, and
then forced me to lie face down on the rug in front of my ornamental fireplace.
Looking back, I could see him crossing and binding my ankles together, the
leather at least providing some protection to my legs as the rope rubbed on it.
He then pulled my ankles back and I felt him securing them to my wrists, before I rolled onto my side and watched him search
through the bureau in the room.
He also emptied
my handbag out and took my purse before he ran out of the room, leaving me to
struggle and try to get myself free. That was when my corgi wandered into the
room I had no idea where he had hidden and started to lick my face as I lay
there, unable to stop him, wondering how I could get him to pull the scarf out
of my mouth
Josephine is
an older victim of a home invasion but they met a very famous intruder
I had come home
from my job in the agency, and was looking forward to a quiet night at home my
long black coat covered the short sleeved grey wool dress I was wearing, the
cowl neck hanging down the front and the wide black leather belt fastened
tightly round my waist. The skirt of my dress came down to my knees, the black
leatherette leggings over my legs as well as the knee length grey leather
boots.
So I got home,
and closed the front door before I removed my handbag and coat, putting the bag
on the floor and the coat on the rack, before I looked
at my reflection in the mirror. I could see I needed to tend to my long hair
the streaks in the brown of blonde were starting to fade and then I felt the
pressure against my back as I saw him reflected in the mirror.
“Hello,” he
said quietly, “please don’t scream. Slowly, slowly, turn and walk to your
bedroom with me.”
I felt I had no
choice, as I raised my hands in the air and turned with him behind me, and
walked slowly up the stairs and into the bedroom. We stood for a moment as he
looked at my large wooden bed, before he said “where do you keep your tights?”
“Top drawer,” I
replied quietly.
“I want you to
walk over and take a clean pair out, and then bring them to me.” I really felt
I had no choice so I compiled, handing them to him and looking at him as he
compressed the gusset into a pad.
“Open your
mouth.”
“Please,” I
whispered, “I’ll be quiet “
“Open your
mouth please.”
So I did, as he
pushed the gusset into my mouth and waited as I closed my lips together, before he took the legs round my head and tied
them together at the base of my neck. I felt the tin band pressing in on my
cheeks, before he said “lie on the bed, on your back get comfortable, then put
your hand together in prayer.”
Well, I really
felt I had no choice, so I lay down with my head on the pillows, the taste of
nylon on my tongue, and put my hands together, watching as he used a long
length of red rope to bind my wrists tightly together. He then took them over
my head and tied the other end of the rope round the headboard, so that I could
not bring my hands back down.
I then raised
my head and watched as he took another length of red rope and bound my ankles
tightly together, before securing them to the foot of the bed, and then another
length to secure my legs together below my knees. I twisted my legs to the
side, hearing the squeaking sound, and then I watched as he looked through my
sets of drawers and my wardrobe, and then left me alone as I struggled to get
free.
For about an
hour, before he came back and released me. I have to say, Mr Jacobs is very
through in his security evaluations
Another
person well known to the authorities had a special surprise for Vicky
It was about an
hour before I was due to leave for a night at the theatre. As it was a warm
night, I was going for the simple classic look the sleeveless little black
dress, with a belt round my waist, and over the knee black leather boots. I was
also wearing my new glasses, my long auburn hair falling over my shoulders, my
locket hanging down over my chest.
In fact, I felt
I looked so good I had to take a picture of myself. So I picked up my phone,
posed in front of the mirror, took a picture as I smiled and then gasped as a
latex gloved hand came down over my mouth, and a male voice told me not to
struggle or make any sounds.
I could see him
in the mirror a young man, tall, thin, casually dressed, with short dark hair
and he was smiling as he told me to toss my phone onto the bed, and then to put
my hands behind my back. I really felt I had no choice, so I threw my phone
over and then put my hands behind my back only to let out another gasp as I
felt my elbows being drawn together.
I could tell he
was using some form of tape, from the feel on my arms and then my wrists and
then I saw him pass it round me to force my rms against my back. A grey tape,
but it was peeling off the roll, not ripping off like duct tape does.
Anyway, there I
was, two silver bands round my arms and body, and then one round my head as he
gagged me with the tape. I had to admit it did feel comfortable as it was wound
round, and it didn’t seem to tug on my skin too much, but still what the hell
was going on here?
He then made me
sit on the bed, and knelt down I was still too shocked
to kick out as he lifted my ankles onto his knee, and used the tape to fix them
together, before lowering my feet and then taping my legs together above and
below my knees.
I was certainly
immobilized, silenced, and still had no idea what the hell was going on until
he took my phone and took a picture of me, and then left my phone on the bed
before he lifted me over his shoulder and carried me out of my house, and into
a van which was parked outside.
How long he
drove me round for I’m not sure, but eventually he stopped, got into the back and cut me free, before he let me go and I realized I
was at a mall out of town, before he handed me my purse and drove off.
I’ve still got
the photos - both of them
The Cougar
is not a term that needs explanation and it certainly applied to Petra
Yes, I am that
certain age, but I still like to look good that night, I was ready to go on the
prowl, if you like, in a black leather mini-skirt, a
long sleeved leopard print blouse, and a pair of knee length half-and-half
leather boots with a three inch stiletto heel. My blonde hair was in a bob, the
ends brushing my neck
Anyway, I was
looking forward to the night out, as I sat in the leather chair at my
workstation, then turned it round and stretched out my legs, resting my feet on
the leather stool and stroking my hands up and down my legs.
“Don’t say a
word slowly, bring your hands round the back of this fine leather chair.”
It was a deep
voice, and I had no idea who it was - but the menace was clear, so I put my
arms round and then felt the rope on my wrists as they were bound tightly
together. That was bad enough but then the ropes went round my waist forcing me
against the chair back, and then round my upper arms as they were forced
against my sides.
All the time he
kept talking, telling me to keep quiet, not to scream or try to call for help
but eventually I was held so tightly against the chair I knew for a certainty I
was going nowhere.
And I still had
no idea who was doing this to me until he walked round and knelt by my
side, and I saw his body tall, broad shouldered, dark hair under the stocking
mask, and dressed in black as he crossed my ankles with his leather gloved
hands, and I saw the white rope he was using to hold them together.
And he was
strong the rope sunk into the black leather, and genuinely could not move them
apart, never mind how I felt after he secured my legs together below my knees.
I was truly helpless, only able to squirm round ion the chair as the sound of
squeaking on leather was in the air. But it was how I felt under my skirt that
was the truly interesting thing, and I was petrified of what he might do next.
What I was not
expecting was him to unbutton my blouse, and then rub his gloved hands over my
chest. It made me feel giddy, but I had to look at him and see what his
reaction would be when he realized.
“Not a problem,”
he said with a smile as he kissed me, and then pushed a handkerchief into my
mouth and then covered it with black tape.
And then he
knelt down and reached his hand under my skirt, and I groaned at how he moved
his hand over my sex, bringing me to a climax
Finally for
this week, we will listen to Erica’ story
It was a
Saturday afternoon, and I had just got back with ym
shopping for the week. Having put it away, I was sittign
at the kitchen table, drinkign some coffee a si looked therough the mail.
Being Saturday,
I had dressed down a blue sweater, faded jeans with the legs tucked into black
suede boots, and my blonde hair hanging loose down my neck. I was happy, not
expecting anything to happen so feeling the gun against my back and hearing the
voice tell me not to raise the alarm was a shock.
Not the
greatest shock, however that was the fact it was a woman saying this. So I
merely whispered I was not going to do that and then she told me to stand up
slowly, and to put my hands behind my back.
Well, this was
going to be a different afternoon, was my thought as I stood up and di what she
said, expecting to feel something holding my wrists together not the way my
elbows were forced to touch as they were bound tightly together. That made
several things happen my shoulders were pulled back, and my chest forced out so
that the shape of my bra was clear under the fabric of my jumper.
The binding was
sinched as the rope was taken between my arms and then I felt whoever this
intruder was bind my wrists together in the same way, the rope rubbing on my
skin. She was making it tight no way was I getting free was the thought as I
tried to move my hands apart.
I then saw the
white rope as it was passed round my body and pulled tight under my chest, then
taken round my body above my chest as well. As the two bands were added to, my
arms were forced against my back, and I was starting to feel somewhat dizzy?
Yeah, dizzy was
as good a word as any. She then then made me stand up and I felt her tying
another rope between my arms, before I heard it drop
to the floor behind me.
She then walked
in front of me dressed in denim, short blonde hair, a scar on her cheek before
she squatted down and reached between my legs, pulling the doubled over rope up
from there as it rubbed eon my groin and the two lengths framed my sex as she looked
again at me. For a second because she then took the rope under the bands
between my breasts, and pulled it back down and round again before she knotted
the ends off.
Well, that was
certainly putting a twist on the situation especially given she had twisted the
ropes between my legs before she pulled it up, and I was feeling very excited
down there.
Very exciting
indeed, as she made me walk into the front room and then lie face down on my
long seat. I tried to get comfy, but something was getting larger as she
crossed and bound my ankles tightly together with rope, then secured my legs
together below my knees and then bent my legs and secured my ankles to that
rope between my legs
The rope that
meant I could feel the fire burning in my whole body as I twisted round, and I
groaned - for as long as it took her to pull a rolled-up scarf between my red
lips and tied it tightly round my head. Then all I could was try
to speak and moan as I felt a pulsing, a throbbing in my body one my binder had
seen, as she opened the front of my jeans and used her hand to release me
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