In Their Own Words – Stronger Together

The festive season is the time for friendships and parties – and as these five tales will show, togetherness is for everyone in certain situations. Take Joan and her partner, as they prepared to go to a Christmas Party…

We both thought it was going to be a great night – Toni and I had agreed we would wear matching outfits, each to their own style. For me, that meant a red pant suit, open almost to the navel and with short sleeves, and a pair of black fabric high heeled ankle boots. For Toni, it meant a red safari style dress, again open a little to the chest, and over the knee black leather boots.

Both of us had long brown hair falling loosely, and wearing large hoop earrings. We were both – well, hot to trot and ready to party. So hot, in fact, that Toni suggested we take a selfie of ourselves before we headed out. So we posed in front of the mirror, I lifted my phone up, we took the picture – and then I saw Toni’s face change, and I looked behind us.

There was a young man standing there, casually dressed, a bag in one hand – and a gun in the other which he had against Toni’s back. “Hello,” he said quietly, “I want you to put your phone on the bed, and then you can do something for me.”

I looked at Toni, who slowly nodded as I said “What?”

“Phone first.” I nodded as I put my phone on the bed, as he stepped back and put the bag down next to it, then opened it and took out a roll of red tape. “Your partner first – tape her wrists together behind her back, and her arms to her sides.”

“Do it – I think he’s kidnapping us,” Toni said, and I nodded as I took the roll of tape from the man. Walking behind Toni, I said “I’m sorry” as I crossed her wrists behind her back, and taped them together. Once I had done that, I wrapped the tape round Toni so that I made two bands that made sure arms stayed against sides.

“That’s good,” the armed man said as he looked at me, “now, wrap the tape round your partner’s head, so they stay nice and quiet.”

“It’s all right,” Toni said, the smile the last thing I saw before I wrapped the red tape round, trapping hair against the back of the neck and silencing them. Toni twisted round and mumbled as the man took the roll of tape from me, took my hands behind my back, and I felt the tug on the skin on my wrists as he secured them together.

My arms were then forced against my sides by the two bands of tape that framed my chest, Toni watching the whole time as I was made as helpless as my partner. My mouth was then covered as well, the tape pressing in on my cheeks, before the man picked his bag up and the gun.

“After you,” he said as he waved to the door, and we walked out of the bedroom, down the stairs and out into the dark outdoors. There was a transit van parked outside, which he opened the side of and ordered us to get in the back of. It had carpet on the floor, as we sat side by side and watched as he first taped my ankles together, as well as my legs above and below my knees, and then did the same to Toni.

Toni nudged me as the van door was closed, and we felt it move off. “Whffbhnshfhfshnshd,” was the sound that came from under the tape, but I had no idea what was actually been said. Instead of the works party, we had been kidnapped after I took a selfie…

And then I realized what Toni was saying, and what was happening…

Both Joan and Toni spent the night – well, they described it as a warehouse, but they were on a bed, and they were released in a public park the next morning.

The Festive season does include the New Year, and Andi and Sue decided to go to one party as cats – but you know what they say about the best laid plans…

We made a mutual decision to go as pussycats, so both of us had make up on and a pair of tiger ears on our heads attach to a hairband. I had a tiger pattern choker on, a little bell with a black ribbon bow on the front and to the side, and a tiger skin blouse with the ends tied together under my chest. That blouse was over a black vest, and I also had on black cycle pants and high heeled strapped sandals.

As for Andi, the black body stocking had tiger skin cuffs on the sleeves, and the outfit was finished off with a black collar and black ankle boots. We kissed, and then we picked up our purses and made to leave – only to be stopped by a person standing in the doorway.

Three people, actually – dressed in grey from the tops of their heads to the ankle boots. The only thing that was not grey was the white featureless masks that covered their faces, so that neither of us could see their faces. But we could see the gun in the gloved hand of the first figure, and the large bag the second one put on the floor, opening it to take out a long, long length of hemp rope.

Oh yeah – and all three were definitely women.

“Oh no,” Andi said quietly, “the China Dolls?” The first figure nodded as the one with the rope walked behind Andi, and I saw the rope had been doubled over with a small loop in the middle. She draped the rope over Andi’s shoulders, positioning the rope at the back of the collar, and then wound the rope back, forcing their arms behind their back as they were bound together.

She moved quickly, securing Andi’s forearms before the rope was wound round their upper body, forcing their arms to their sides as the body stocking was stretched over their chest. I was fascinated – ten, maybe fifteen minutes, and the upper body of my partner was immobilized.

No – more than that. The Doll walked in front of Andi and pulled the rope round the bands, then took it back and between their legs before the ends were secur4ed at their back. Andi looked at me with a most unusual expression – and then I felt the rope the third intruder was draping oner my own body, before my arms were pulled behind my back.

Can you even begin to imagine how it felt – under half an hour ago, we were getting ready to go out, and now Andi was lying face down on the floor, the Doll who had bound their upper body tying their legs together below their knees and then taking the rope down to their ankles, while I had rope passed again and again round my body, forcing my upper arms to my sides while my forearms were tied together and pulled up behind my back.

Then I heard Andi grunt, and glancing down I saw that the masked Doll had pulled their ankles back, and was securing them to the rope between their legs. I couldn’t begin to imagine what must have been going through Andi’s mind at that time, but ‘I knew what was going through mine.

In just a few minutes, I was going to be the same…

I felt the rope going between my legs, rubbing on my pants as it was secured behind me, and then I was made to lie beside Andi. I looked over to see the knotted scarf which now sat between my partner’s lips, pulling back the corners of their mouth, as my own legs were secured, and then my ankles pulled back and tied to the crotch rope – making me feel so giddy…

I saw the rolled up and knotted red scarf in front of my mouth, and knew I had no choice as I opened wide, tasting the cotton on my tongue as it was pulled between my lips and behind my teeth. Biting down, I felt the band press in on my cheeks as it was tied round my head, before they started to search the house.

I rolled over onto my side, letting out a moan as I tried to move – and then I heard Andi do the same. We looked at each other, and knew if this was going to pass quickly, we had to take care of ourselves. So we started to move our legs, seeking a distraction…

Bobbi and Ellie were the co-owners of a dating agency, and were hosting a Christmas Party at their offices when a surprise guest surprised them…

The night she called? We were wearing black party clothes – Bobbi was wearing a black long sleeved top with a leather skirt, dark hose and heels, while I had on a cardigan tied over an evening dress with a wrap skirt, my own hose and knee length stack soled leather boots.

At that time, we both also had long red-brown hair – and our staff were having fun as we decided to get some quiet time in our offices.

The last thing wither of us expected to see was the dark haired woman who was sitting at my desk, looking through our records. She looked up, smiled and said “ah – this is unfortunate” before she stood up. Now Andi is tall – but she dwarfed him, her black hair falling over the shoulders of her black jumper – and we both saw the handgun in her gloved hand.

“What do you want,” Andi whispered as I felt the grip on my hand.

“On this occasion, purely information,” she said as she looked at us, “and, now that I have been found, to ensure I have sufficient time to finish my work and to leave without being stopped. So,” she continued as she looked at the two chairs on the other side of the chair, “sit down, and put your hands on the armrests, palm down.”

“We’d best do as she says,” Andi said quietly, and I nodded as we sat down. The chairs had open armrests, and as we placed our hands on them the amazon walked round and used plastic zip ties to make sure we could not lift our wrists off.

She then used more of the thin plastic strips to secure our ankles to the front legs, spreading our legs apart as Andi and I looked at each other.

“My apologies, but this is necessary.”

“Whathsshhmmm,” I heard Andi say, and as I looked over, I saw the cloth sticking out of their mouth. I soon had a similar cloth stuffed in, the edges between my lips, before the woman sat down and looked at the screen. She then took out a mobile phone, Andi and I looking at each other as she dialed.

“This is Dominique – I have the information we require.

“Of course – inform Madame I will send the information to the tactical team forthwith.”

She ended the call and turned off the computer, standing and nodding as she left us in the room, trying to get free…

Sometimes, a Christmas surprise can come a little too early – ask Claire…

I had booked a very, very special surprise for Harri, a once in a lifetime experience, and as I came home from the office party, I was looking forward to the time off. I was wearing a long coat over a red sleeveless dress with a black rose print on it. A thin gold belt was round my waist with a star clasp, while my legs were in thick dark hose, my feet in black pumps.

As I approached the house, I saw the lights on behind the curtains drawn over the living room windows, and walked in, closing the door before I removed my coat and hung it up.

It was when I walked into the front room I knew something was very wrong. Harri was kneeling on the floor, and I could see the bands of white rope around the upper body. The ropes contrasted with the black jumper, while Harri’s gold skirt came to the floor, more rope holding together the ankles and legs. Harri’s black ankle boots were still on, and it was obvious how their wrists were secured as well.

What I also saw was the masked man in front, Harri’s hair covering the obvious fact that his cock was being serviced in Harri’s mouth. I heard the groans – and then felt the gun in my back as a female voice said “welcome home, Claire – slowly, put your hands behind your back.”

I looked at the black clad man forcing Harri to suck him off, who nodded as one of his gloved hands sat on Harri’s head, and he showed me the gun in his other hand. Harri could only nod as I complied, and then felt the rope round my arms as my elbows were forced together.

My wrists were next, before I felt the ropes round my body, forcing my arms into my sides as well as forcing my chest up and out. As the ropes got tighter and tighter, I saw Harri start to shake, before the ropes were tied off round me and I was forced to kneel as well.

I could feel the rope round my ankles as they were bound tightly together, and then my legs below my knees, as the man with Harri groaned and I knew exactly what was happening.

“Are you going to force me to blow him off as well,” I said as the woman walked in front of me.

“No,” she said quietly as she dropped the black pants she was wearing, “I want you to make me cum.”

“No.”

“You do not have choice,” she said as she put the gun against my head, and – well, I think you can guess what she made me do. The strange thing was it was something I had often fantasized about, but never down.

Certainly not with Harri…

Eventually, she let me go, the dampness round my cheek before she pushed a red ball gag into my mouth and fastened the straps round my head. I was then made to lie on my side in front of Harri, before my ball gag was linked to hers with a small chain.

The masked man then put a small box on the floor, as we both glanced and saw the timer start to count down. Then I remembered the advert, and what I had ordered as a surprise…

Diane and her partner Dani had tickets for a show on Christmas Eve – but they had unexpected and polite visitors. In this enactment, actors play all parts…

“You have to be kidding.”

“Regretfully for you, I am not,” the tall man said as he looked at Diane and Danni. Bot had long brown hair falling over the shoulders of their dresses – in Diane’s case, over a silver cap sleeved dress that was gathered under her chest, and silver high heels. Danni was wearing a red slip dress with a wide black belt, dark hose and heels, a red and gold scarf folded and tied loosely round her neck.

“Telephone and security systems are disabled,” a second voice said as the masked man was joined by his partner, both of them with black balaclavas over their heads. Danni was struck by the similarity of their clothing, and the disparity in their height.

“thank you Mister Small,” the taller of the two men said. “Would you kindly begin to ensure Danni is comfortably unable to raise the alarm?”

“Of course,” Mister Small said as he took from a bag a length of white rope, and walked behind the couch Danni and Diane were sitting on, guiding the slim arms behind Danni’s back and then crossing and securing her wrists together.

“Well, I’m not going anywhere,” Danni said with a raised eyebrow as the masked man selected another length of rope from the bag, and then knelt down, crossing the black covered ankles before the rope was used to secure them together as well.

“Forgive me if this is a forward question,” Mister Small said as he stood up, Danni trying and failing to separate her legs, “but how long?”

“Three years,” Diane said quietly. “Are you shocked?”

“No – in fact, I applaud your bravery, but you will both be treated with all due consideration,” Mister Tall said as he handed the gun to his partner, and retrieved more rope, walking behind Diane and crossing her wrists behind her back before he secured them tightly together as well. He then knelt after fetching another length of rope, and crossed Diane’s ankles as she watched him pass the cords around and between her legs to secure them.

“Well, thank you for that,” Danni said as Mister Small put the gun down, and retrieved a longer length of rope, coming behind her and passing the rope round her body before he pulled it tight, forcing her arms against her sides as he formed two bands.

“We have no desire to cause – undue upset,” Mister Tall said quietly. “Will you be able to finish here while I search the premises?”

“Of course,” Mister Small said as he passed the rope between Danni’s arm and body, tightening the bonds there before he repeated the process on the other side. As Danni wriggled round, he fetched another long length of rope and proceeded to secure Diane’s upper body in the same way.

As she wriggled round, Danni leaned over and whispered “I guess this could be more fun than a boring night out.” Diane turned and looked at her partner before she said “do you think so?”

“I do – we need to make the best of it,” Danni said as she felt her legs being drawn together, looking down to see Mister Small pass the rope round them below her knees, and then between her legs. As he tied the rope off, he stood and said “be assured, when we leave you will not be disturbed for some time.

As Danni nodded, he knelt by Diane’s side and secured her legs together in the same way before he stood and looked at them.

“With deep regret, I need to ensure you remain silent.”

“In which case, I love you,” Danni said as she leaned over and kissed Diane on her lips, the two sharing a passionate exchange before they looked at the masked robber. He had a compressed sponge ball in each of his gloved hands, Diane and Danni looking at each other before they allowed him to ease the balls into their mouths. They could feel their cheeks being pushed out as he peeled strips of white tape from a roll and pressed them down over their lips, silencing them as Mister Tall returned.

“A successful search?”

“Most successful,” he said as Diane and Danni looked at him. “Are we cleared?”

“One moment,” Mister Small said as he packed the tape into the bag and closed it.

“Excellent – the Gentlemen Robbers, bid you both adieu. May we never meet again.”

As they left the room, Diane looked at Danni, who was struggling as the doors closed.

“H-uhlhhkshht.”

“Sddhuh,” Danni mumbled in return before their taped lips met and they managed to kneel on the floor, facing each other as their bodies started to rub together…

Finally for this special edition, Jo describes the experience of surprising Marisa.

I had dressed for Christmas Eve dinner, but my preparation had been rather rudely interrupted by the masked intruders. My white tunic top covered what needed to be covered, but right now it was not exactly hanging properly – thanks to the rope that hiked the hem up.

My arms were behind my back, the intruders having tied my elbows and wrists together with rope, and then secured my arms to my sides with two bands of rope that framed my chest. The rope that was – bothering me was tied around the bands in front, past the gold belt round my waist, and then up between my legs to where it was secured behind me. And the way it was rubbing on me…

I had also seen the bands of rope round my legs below my knees and my ankles, over the dark tights – and they had even tied the ankles of my black ankle boots together, as I knelt on the floor.

As I heard the front door open and close, I wanted to call out to her, but that was impossible – partly because of the gun against my head, but mainly because of the silver tape that covered my mouth, holding a folded napkin behind it that filled the space and pressed down on my tongue.

“Jo? You there?” I groaned as Marisa walked in and stared at me. She’s about six inches smaller than me, both of us have long dark brown hair – well, my wig is a long brown one at any rate. Marisa was wearing a sleeveless red top and a blue skirt, the lace hem coming over her knees. Like me, she was wearing dark hose and black ankle boots – but as she stared at me, I blushed before the man behind me said “surprise – put your handbag on the floor, and your hands behind your back.”

“When did they get here,” Marisa asked, the concern in her voice clear as she looked at me, even as a second intruder pulled her arms behind her, and I saw the way her chest was forced out as he bound her elbows together with rope.

I could see how I looked as I glanced down before Marisa said “hey that hurts!”

“Want me to silence you now?”

“Dhntuhdhrr,” I growled – and then I moaned as that flaming rope rubbed on me…

“Jo, how long have you…”

I shook my head as I watched them bind Marisa’s upper body – the bands of rope pulling her top over her chest, and then the expression as the masked man tied the next rope between her breasts at the front.

“No… Please you don’t haffffthhhh….” I groaned again as he pulled the rope back between her legs, hiking her skirt up as it rubbed there, and then he secured the rope behind her back before making her kneel in front of me. I looked at her as she nodded, and I saw that he was binding her ankles and legs in the same way as me.

“Dhnnhrhlbhlht.”

“It’s fine – so long as you’re here with me,” Marisa said, “and – you do look nice like that.”

“whtthdhp?”

“that as well,” she said as she leaned over and kissed my cheek – before the masked man made her open her mouth and stuffed a second napkin in, then covered her mouth with strips of silver tape.

“Hey – want to have some fun?”

We both looked at our captors as the other one brought in the spare set of fairy lights for our tree – and then wrapped them round both of us so we were held close together. He then plugged them in, and turned the main lights off, leaving us kneeling there as they both left.

“Jhhh?”

“Hmmm?”

“MHreechrsmhs,” Marisa said before she pressed her taped lips against mine, and I returned the favour. At least we were together, even if it was a silent night…

That’s all from In Their Own Words for this year – Season’s Greetings to one and all…

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