In Their Own
Words – Ordinary Days
For this
latest edition of In Their Own Words, we have six women with one thing in
common – an unexpected encounter with an intruder in their everyday lives and
the unexpected way what happened next made them all feel. Take Tricia for example – a 55 year old
housewife whose morning took a very different turn...
My husband was
at work, and I had showered, and put on some clothes to go and meet some
friends for lunch – nothing flashy or exotic, just a V-necked cream cashmere
sweater, a short leopard print skirt, black stockings and heels. I had put my black leather jacket on the back
of a chair, and was just checking my handbag when things took a very different
turn.
I swear, I did
not hear anyone come in, had no idea what was going on – until I heard this
voice behind me say “don’t move – all I want are your valuables and your
cooperation. Do what I say, the worst
that happens is you spend a couple of hours unable to move or talk. Do you understand?”
I nodded slowly
as the voice said “good – slowly, sit down, put your arms round the chair
back.” As I did this, I felt whoever
this was gently take my hands behind the chair back, and then I felt some sort
of thin cord as he used it to secure my wrists together.
“If you want
money, my purse is on the table,” I whispered quietly.
“Very kind,” he
said quietly as I felt more rope going round my waist, forcing my back against
the chair and ensuring I was not going to get up. I was then surprised as some sort of sleep
mask was pulled down over my eyes, blindfolding me and making me gasp.
“What are you
doing?”
“Ensuring you
cannot see me,” was the response as I felt him take my ankle and place it next
to the chair leg, and then the rope as the two were secured together. He
repeated the process on the other side, so that I was held in the chair – and
then I heard him moving about the room, before he said “open your mouth.”
“Why?”
“Please – do as
I ask.”
Well, did I
have a choice? I opened my mouth, and
then felt some fabric pulling back at the corners of my mouth, pressing down on
my tongue and making it difficult for me to talk at all. That, I guess, was his plan as I heard him
leave the room.
So I was sat
there, bound, gagged, blindfolded – and as I sat there, I started to relax,
feel more at ease with what had happened to me – and it weas a strange feeling,
a surprisingly relaxing feeling. It
almost started to feel enjoyable, as I heard footsteps, and the radio as the
voice said “there – I hope your husband treats you well when he finds you.
And you know
what? He did…
Paula is the
wife of an assistant bank manager – and one Friday, she had to ask her husband
to work later…
“Why?”
“Because we are
telling you to.”
I was sitting
on the leather couch of our front room, wearing a sleeveless blue top and a
striped skirt, as well as flat black shoes, and looking at the two armed and
masked men in front of me. They were
smartly dressed, with clean white shirts, black ties, black Ray Bans – and two
Luger pistols, one pointing his gun at me as I nervously took out my mobile phone
and started to call my husband.
“John? Listen to me, and don’t react. There is a man in our house, and he is
pointing a gun at me. His partner wants to
talk to you.”
I handed my
phone to the second man, who walked off saying “listen carefully” as the second
man looked at me.
“Thank you –
now, lie face down on the couch, and put your hands behind your back.”
Nodding, I felt
I had to do as he asked, and turned my head to watch as he put his gun down,
and picked up instead a roll of silver tape.
He tore the end free, and then crossed my wrists behind my back before I
felt the tape holding them firmly together.
He made sure I
could not move them apart, before he crossed my ankles and taped them tightly
together as well. He then made me sit up
and wound the tape round my arms, forcing them against my sides so that I felt
as if I was wrapped in a tight blanket.
He also taped
my legs together, below and above my knees so that I was really like a snake,
and then he made me lie on my side again as his partner came back in.
“Your husband
says to be calm,” he said quietly as he brushed my hair away from my face, “and
I tell you to be quiet. Do it.”
I saw the
length of tape being torn from the roll, and then pressed down firmly over my mouth
to keep me quiet. They then sat down,
the room getting steadily darker as the light faded behind the drawn curtains,
before my phone rang again. The man
icked it up, looked at the number and then answered it.
“Well?
“Good.” Putting the phone down, he nodded before both
men left, and I was alone, struggling to try and get free…
Frida is a
Swedish resident of this country, who came home from a party to end up relaxing
in bed – not…
It was a hot
day, and I was coming home from a friend’s house where she had held a
barbecue. I was dressed for the weather
– a short white dress with a floral print, the front open to show some of my
chest and cut really low. The material
was literally hugging my body, and the heels I was wearing were high…
That did not
prepare me for what happened when I got home however, and found an intruder – a
young man, with short hair, wearing black and with a stocking pulled down over
his head. He was in my bedroom,
searching through my drawers and cupboards, but before I had the thought to
call for help he looked at me, and said “I am sorry, but I am robbing you. I need to tie you up and gag you so that I
have a chance to get away – so please, do as I say.”
His manners at
least did him some credit, so when he told me to lie on the bed, with my hands
crossed on my lap, I did so, watching as he went to one of the open drawers and
took out some pairs of silk stockings I had in there. He came over, balling one up as he apologised
again, and told me to open my mouth.
I have never
had a stocking in my mouth, but I was glad it was a clean one as he pushed it
in behind my teeth, and then used a second one as a cleave gag to keep that one
in there. It hurt a little at the
corners of my mouth as he tied it round my head, but as I let it drop onto the
pillows I had to admit it was effective.
Well, I would
have said something if it was at all possible.
Anyway, he then
tied my wrists to the headboard, stretching them out so that my arms were
spread wide, and then did the same to my feet.
The stockings were what he used – and they really stretched, so that I
was helpless and unable to stop him doing whatever he wanted.
All he did do
was robe me, and leave me there – and I had to dream of what he could have
done…
Ella is another
woman in her late fifties, who liked to dress to impress and meet men – only it
wasn’t a man who surprised her…
So I’m a cougar
– sue me, but I love when younger men give me the eye. That night though…
I had been out
with friends, wearing a black and white leopard print minidress, dark tights
and over the knee black leather boots.
Letting myself into my flat, I thought the excitement for the night was
over – and then I felt the pressure on my back, as a female voice said how nice
I looked – and how much better I was going to look when she had me secured.
I wasn’t sure
what was going on – until I had my arms pulled behind me, and I felt the rope
pulling my elbows together, and then my wrists, bound tightly in each
place. It forced my shoulders back, my
chest out – and as this woman, whoever she was, passed the rope round my upper
body, I saw the grey covered arms and gloves – the gloved hands that stroked
over my chest as she bound my arms, sending little shivers up and down my
spine…
I mean, a woman
doing this to me? She then forced me
into my bedroom and pushed me face down onto the couch, where she bound my
ankles and legs tightly together with rope.
I could only wriggle round, as she pulled my ankles back and tied them
to my chest ropes, and then…
Then, she
smacked me. And she smacked me again.
I have to
admit, it made me wriggle, and the ropes rubbing on me made me feel –
different. But I could not say much to
stop her – she stuffed a pair of my panties into my mouth and wrapped silver
tape round my head to stop me talking.
All I could do
was watch this – well, this girl in grey as she emptied my drawers, my
jewellery boxes, my safe and took all I had – but then she came over and kissed
me on the cheek.
Before she
pushed an electric toothbrush into my panties – one that was switched on, and
left me there…
By contrast,
the man who walked into April’s front room one day provided a sympathetic ear –
even though he was robbing her…
I was alone, in
my front room, wearing a gold lame dress that came halfway down my thighs and
dark stockings, my long grey-blonde hair falling loosely, and I was just
staring at the letter which had arrived.
The man I had fallen for had left me – and done that while I had been at
the service of my church that morning.
I was numb,
unable to feel or hear anything – so it was only when I heard the young man say
“are you all right” that I turned and looked at him. He was barely in his twenties, wearing a blue
sweatshirt and jeans – and it took me a moment to realise I had absolutely no
idea who he was!
He smiled and
said “look, I have to be honest – I have come to rob you, but you looked so sad
sitting there. Why don’t you tell me
what is bothering you?”
Looking into
his eyes, I was surprised to see he was being genuine in his question, so I
started to tell him about everything that had happened. He listened, nodded, and then put his hand on
mine as he said “A beautiful woman such as you should not be treated by anyone
like that – but I assure you, there will be someone out there for you.”
“Thank you,” I
said, “but you said you are going to rob me.
So how are you going to treat me?”
“With the
dignity and respect you deserve – even though I am going to have to take steps
to ensure you cannot raise the alarm for a while.” He showed me a roll of white tape, and said
“please, put your hands behind your back.”
As I did so, he peeled the end of the tape free from the roll, and a few
minutes later my wrists were taped together behind my back, and he was winding
the tape round my waist to keep them there.
To my surprise,
it was actually quite comfortable, and as he wound the tape round my arms and
boy I felt – secure, safe, and knew I was not going to be hurt by him. He kept talking, reassuring me, saying I was
going to be all right – and that was comforting as well.
He then knelt
down and taped my ankles and legs, before asking if I wanted a drink. I nodded, and he fetched me a glass of iced
water with a straw, allowing me to take as much as I wanted before he set it
down, and helped me to lie on my side.
Finally, he
apologised and gave me a kiss – before he taped over my mouth and left me there
while he searched the house for my valuables.
I suppose I could have been worse – he even called the police so that
they found me later…
Finally for
this week’s show, Alison’s shopping trip was stopped…
I was planning
to go shopping, and had already put on my blue padded coat over the white
jumper I was wearing. It was a trifle
cold outside, and as I sat down my short black skirt rose up slightly. Reaching down, I picked up my black leather
boot and put it on, raising the zip on the inside as the black leather caressed
my leg.
It was only
when I had fastened the second boot that things went – differently – starting
with a hand pressing something down over my mouth which stuck to my skin. Before I had a chance to react, a scarf was
tied over my eyes, blindfolding me before the hand was pressed back down over
my mouth, pushing my head back against the chair.
I could feel
something being draped down over my head, and then whatever it was was pulled
tight, forcing my arms against my sides as I tried to ask what was going
on. No luck with that – whatever was
over my mouth (apart from the hand) was sticking firmly and stopping me doing
more than making vague mumbling sounds.
I felt someone
cross my wrists, and then whatever was holding my arms against my sides was
wrapped round them to hold them together as well. It felt soft, but by the lord above it was
strong. I could not move my wrists
apart, as I felt it on the inside of my legs – before my ankles were made to
stay together as well.
I tried to
move, to twist round, but it was next to impossible – if I raised my hands, my
legs were pulled up. If I twisted my
legs, I heard the squeak of leather, but they could not be moved apart.
And then the
blindfold was removed, and I looked down to see the blue wool going rom my
upper body to my crossed wrists. I
raised my legs to see how it had been taken down and held my ankles together –
and I had to admit I was stuck.
“Hllrhttwhtshgnhhnh?”
That was what I
heard coming from my mouth – and then a hand held a mirror in front of me, and
I saw the brown sticking plaster covering my mouth.
A very small
hand.
“KHDHHHSSSS!”
“Gotcha Mum,”
My fourteen-year-old son said as he stood in front of me, his younger brother
and sister standing with him. “Go on –
try and get free.”
Trust me, I did
eventually – and they paid for their prank…
That’s all
from In Their Own Words for this week – until next time…
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