Lonely
Hearts
Lonely Hearts
sites and adverts can be such a lucrative way of finding people to call on, to
show affection for, and – well, yes, to rob but always to leave happy. How did I first come across this idea? Well, I confess I read of it on a history
chat room board, but it struck me as a possible way to ply my trade.
I remember the
first women so well. I answered an advert
and met her in a local bar. She was in
her late forties, and meeting where we did was just as well, given what she was
wearing. Or not – her white jacket was
fastened tightly over her very impressive chest, her black satin pants were skin-tight,
and she was wearing silver stiletto sandals – and there was not a lot left to
the imagination.
I arranged to
identify myself with a red rose, which I laid down on the table as we ordered
drinks and talked. She was certainly a
looker – so when I said I had booked a room for the evening, and if she wanted
to come with me, she was very eager to do so.
So, I walked to
the lifts with her, and showed her to the room, where the champagne was chilling. Popping the cork, I poured two glasses and
handed her one, toasting her as we both took a drink – and then I put the
glasses to the side before I kissed her – and she responded.
I then asked
her if she wanted to play a little game, and when she asked me what it was, I
said I wondered how she would feel if I was to tie her to the bed, and then
kiss her – everywhere.
She looked at me,
and then said that was kinky, before she asked what I had in mind. I opened a drawer and took out some silk
stockings, before I asked her to lie on her back and put her hands above her
head.
She watched as I
tied one end of a stocking to her wrist, and then took her arm up and secured
the other end to the headboard, and then secured her other arm in the same way. Her jacket was pulled up by this, but I
opened it up, her large breasts open to the air and her nipples erect as she
sighed – especially when I kissed them and looked at her.
I then started
to massage them with my hands, as she closed her eyes and moaned softly, before
I opened her pants and pulled them down to expose her clit to the cool
air. She looked up and watched as I used
another stocking to bind her ankles together, and then secured them to the foot
of the bed, before I kissed her between her legs.
She then asked
me what the other stocking was for, which was my cue to tell her to open her
mouth. I then folded the stocking and
pushed it in behind her teeth, so that ss he closed her lips she could only
moan as I kissed her breasts, then sucked gently on her nipples as I took my finger
up her clit, feeling the dampness and feeling her wriggle round.
I kept doing
this for a while, with her moans increasing in volume and intensity –
especially when I managed to slip my finger into her and found her special
spots. She closed her eyes as she
wriggled round and then her body jerked.
I kept going,
sucking on her nipples now as my finger worked on her, before her whole body shook,
and I felt her flow. She had her eyes
closed as I helped her to cum – and as I picked up her handbag and left her in
the room…
No, she would
not have been able to find me – a false address, and a different town from
where I lived, but it was an exciting start.
So, I kept
placing ads in the local papers, before I went for the more modern mode of
signing onto dating sites with false identities and addresses. The old way did bring up some interesting
experiences, however – such as Debbie.
I called her
Debbie because she looked like Debbie McGee – and when we met in a bar, she was
wearing a tight red leather dress with a white Peter Pan collar, and red
stilettos. She had grey, blonde hair,
and a lovely smile as we sat and talked over dinner.
She then
invited me back to her house for a nightcap – turned out her house was a
detached home off the main road, as I drove onto the driveway and got out to
open the door for her.
As she allowed
me to come in, I saw on the wall a collection of magic memorabilia – posters,
photos and so on, but we went into the front room, and she offered me a whisky. As we sat down, I asked her about the
collection – and it turned out she considered herself an amateur magician and
escape artist. That intrigued me, as I asked
her if she was willing to give me a demonstration. She smiled and out her glass down and said
with a defiant tone whatever I did to her, she would be able to get out of.
I then smiled,
and said if she had one long rope, I had a way of testing her. She smiled, and came back with a coil of white
rope, daring me to do my worst.
Have you ever
heard of the lotus tie? I have, as I
doubled the rope over and tied a loop in the middle, then positioned that at
the back of her neck before I draped the rope over her shoulders – then wound
then round her arms as I pulled them back.
Debbie bit her lower lip as I secured her forearms together, then fed
the rope through the loop and pulled them up behind her back, then wrapped the
ends round her upper arms and chest to further immobilise her.
I still had
plenty of rope left, as I helped her to lie face down on a long red leather
couch, then bent her legs back and crossed her ankles before I sued the rope to
secure them together, then to the ropes at her back so that she was immobilised. She certainly tried, and then admitted defeat
– before I took a clean handkerchief from my pocket and stuffed it into her
mouth to silence her, before I started to steal her valuables…
Now, there are
some lonely-hearts sites that specialise for people who want something more out
of a date – and one particular one took my note when a woman posted she wanted
to be “taken and forced to service someone.”
I answered the ad, and we met in a coffee shop to come to terms on what
was going to happen.
She was in her
early sixties, with long grey-blonde hair, and she was casually dressed – but
we did hit it off, to the extent that I did something I did not normally
do. I asked her how she would feel fi
the person ended up robbing her as well – and she smiled and said how could she
stop her?
So, I called a
few nights later to her house. She
opened the door to me, wearing a very short grey wool dress with the sleeves
pulled up to her elbows, and black heels.
She turned her back as I came in, and then gasped into my hand as I
pressed it down over her mouth and told her not to make a move or a sound. She nodded as I walked her into the front
room, with a bag in my other hand.
Putting the bag
on a chair, I opened it and told her to put her hands behind her bag, before I
used soft rope to make sure her wrists were secured tightly together behind her
back. I then wrapped rope round her
upper body, forcing her arms against her sides as her dress was stretched over
her chest, her upper body immobilized.
Even more so
when I fed the rope under one arm, un and around the back of her neck, and then
under the other arm before I tied the ends in place. She wriggled round and nodded as I stood in
front of her, a long length of rope doubled over in my hands.
She asked me
what I was going to do with that, so I showed her – I fed the rope under the
bands that framed her chest, then pulled it round and down so they were drawn
together, making her breasts almost encircled in ropes. Letting the ends drop to the floor, I walked behind
her and knelt down – and then pulled the rope back and up, hiking the skirt of
her dress up as the ropes pressed on her between her legs, and securing the ends
again to the chest ropes behind her back.
As she moaned,
I knelt down and secured her legs together below her knees and above them, then
gently knelt her down before I secured her ankles together, and then walked
round to stand in front of her as she looked up at me.
I looked down
at her and told her she was going to take care of me in the way I told her, and
she nodded as I slowly opened up the front of my pants and showed her how excited
I was. She stared at it, licking her lips,
before she leaned froward and started to kiss my organ, then put her lips over
the top and pulled back.
I told her to
keep going, as she took my cock into her mouth and started to play with it,
bobbing her head back and forth as she sucked, and also licked the base of it
with her tongue. I put my hands on her
head and closed my own eyes as I felt my cock engorging in her mouth, felt it
pulsing and throbbing as she continued to play with me there.
I reached down
and took hold of one loose rope – one tied to the crotch rope, so as I started
to pull it to and fro, she groaned and worked all the harder on me. It was to our mutual benefit, if you will, as
I heard her groan and felt her twist her body round, her head bobbing to and
fro in time to my movements as I grew larger and felt the throbbing becoming more
and more intense, felt her sucking harder and harder…
I could tell
what I was doing was also affecting her as well, because I heard her moans, saw
the look in her eyes as she looked up at me, as her body started to shake. She then opened her eyes wide as she sucked
even harder – and that was sufficient for me to cum in her mouth, my sperm
hitting the back of her throat as I held her head in my hands.
It was the most
glorious of feelings – and I felt she enjoyed what was happening to her, as I
gave all that I had, and she kept swallowing.
When she finally finished, I withdrew and heard her gasp, taking a cloth
from the bag and wiping her chin before I stuffed it into her mouth, then used
more rope to make sure it stayed in place.
I then looked at
her, and reminded her that if I wanted, I could rob her, and she could not stop
me. She nodded – and then watched me as
I removed her rings and jewellery, then placed her in a hogtie on her side
before I raided the rest of her house…
On occasion,
someone plays a joke on someone else and puts their profile on one of these
sites – normally I can spot them, but when I got an anonymous tipoff asking me
to look at one entry on a specialist board, I took a close look.
It was for a
Madame – and I really could not tell if it was truthful or not, as it described
exactly what she would want out of a date.
So, I responded, unsure if she would reply or not – and to my surprise
she did, so I agreed to meet her in a hotel in her own city.
She was a larger
woman, wearing a silver and black snakeskin pattern dress that left nothing to
the imagination, especially with the low chest line. So we sat and talked about nothing in
particular, as I tried to figure out what the right first move was going to be.
To my surprise,
she ordered two more drinks, and then said the entry at the dating site was a
joke, but she actually liked it, I then asked if that included what was
described in there. She nodded, and then
asked me to accompany her to her “place of work.”
It was actually
a nice place -like a terraced house, but when we went in, she took me to a room
at the back, which was equipped with the tools of her trade – and she told me
to do my worst to her.
Nodding, I
looked round and picked up what looked like a leather pad – only it had a large
rubber bung attached to one side of the pad, and straps on each side. Walking back over, I told her to pen her
mouth, and as she did so I eased the bung into her mouth. Once she had closed her lips over it, I
fastened the straps tightly round her head, the leather forming to the shape of
her face as she nodded.
I then unfastened
her dress and watched as she stepped out of it, standing in a bra and thong as
well as her high heeled gold sandals. Taking
her arm, I walked her over to where a St Andrew’s Cross stood against a wall,
the wooden beams with cuffs attached to each end. She watched as I made her stand against it,
and then fastened the wrists cuffs round her own wrists so that her arms were
stretched out wide above her head.
Kneeling down,
I spread her legs and secured her ankles in the same way, so her four limbs
were secured to the wood. I then smiled
as I reached over and massaged her chest, seeing her close her eyes and hearing
her muffled moans as I did so.
From there, the
surprise for her was when I cut away her bra and thong, and then found a large
dildo – one with a built-in vibrator, which I switched on and then inserted
into her passage. Her eyes opened wide –
and even wider as she saw me pick up a leather flagellum, and swish it in the
air before I started to bring it down on her bare chest…
The sight of
her as she groaned in response to the flogging and the dildo, until she shook,
and I saw the thin line of fluid going down her legs… I left her there while I visited the office,
just as she had suggested she wanted to be, the dildo still going…
Sometimes,
however, they just wanted someone to appreciate them. One that comes to mind was a sweet widow from
a major dating sight, who I met for a pub lunch. She was in her early sixties, with red-brown
hair, and when we met, she was wearing a sleeveless white pinafore dress with a
floral print and a pleated skirt, a thin brown belt round her waist and open
toed cork sandals on her feet.
We hit it off
immediately, and the conversation was fun, so I offered to walk her back to her
house. We talked all the time as we made
our way to her cottage, and she invited me in for a coffee – and as we sat and
drank, she mentioned she needed some excitement in her life.
I smiled and
said I could give her some excitement if she wanted – she seemed interested. So,
I asked her if she had any duct tape, and she handed me a roll, asking if I was
going to tape her up. I asked her what
she thought as I pulled the end of the roll free, and she just stood up and put
her wrists behind her back, waiting as I taped them together.
I then wrapped
tape round her upper body to secure her arms to her sides, framing her chest as
she giggled and said it was tight. I
then knelt down and taped her legs together, above and below her legs, and
round her ankles before I asked her if she could move. She twisted round for a few minutes, and then
jumped across the room as I followed her.
She kept going
for a while, before she asked if I was going to stop her calling for help. That was when I was honest and said not only
was I going to do that, but I was also going to rob her as well. She looked at me for a minute, and then
nodded before I wrapped the tape round her head, covering her mouth to silence
her, then let her lie on her side before I ransacked the house – then promised
I would call someone to release her.
Of course, I
did so – I’m not a complete animal, after all.
So, what was my
most recent visit? Funnily enough, it
was one that involved a woman and her sister – and it was a bowling date.
We met at the
local alley – she was in her forties, with dark hair pulled back in a ponytail,
and was wearing a pink t-shirt with black leggings, and brown thonged
sandals. What I was not expecting was
her sister to come with her – she was a couple of years younger and was wearing
a dark pink vest top with her leggings, as well as white thonged sandals.
We played, I
lost, we drank beer and ate snacks – and now they are in the back of the van,
having agreed to a little game with me.
I’ve used zip ties to secure their wrists behind their backs, and their
ankles, and white medical tape to cover their mouths and their eyes.
It’s fortunate
I have their handbags, and their keys to their homes…
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