Maturely
Bound
There is
something inherently satisfying about seeing the mature woman unable to stop
you - and that is doubly so if they have a friend with them to keep them
company. It also helps that the women I
chose to give this pleasure to are those who can afford to offset my expenses
and time for these visits.
Take, for example. The two blonde haired
ladies I visited some weeks ago. IT was
a warm day, and both had obviously been to some form of party when they
returned to one of their homes. One was
wearing a red sleeveless over the shoulder dress with a bow to the side, which
came to her knees, and the other a purple print slip dress which hugged her
body. They were happy, they were
smiling, and the homeowner was certainly surprised to see me sitting on her long
couch when they both came into her front room.
The fact I had
a gun in my gloved hand and pointed it at them was very – persuasive – as I
asked her friend to make sure the curtains were drawn over the windows, lending
a dusky look to the environment. I then
stood up and told them both to kneel down in front of the couch, and put their
heads down on the cushions as well as put their hands behind their back.
I could hear
them talking to each other, trying to reassure each other everything was going
to be all right, as I picked up the roll of silver tape from the floor and then
made sure their wrists were firmly taped together behind their backs. I then put their feet together before taping
round them, and then over their feet as they sat in their strappy sandals – one
cream, the other gold.
So their wrists
were secured, their ankles and feet taped tightly. I then told them both to straighten up as I
wrapped the tape round their arms and bodies to hold them firmly in place. The sound of the crinkling as they twisted
from side to side – a symphony to my ears.
I then made
them sit back-to-back on the floor, and taped their bodies together, as well as
their legs above and below their knees – and then slowly, carefully, removed
all their jewellery from their hands, their necks, their ears. I then made sure they had plenty of time to
think on their position in silence – several strips of silver tape over their
mouths at least muffled any chances for them to call for help.
I then made
sure I searched heir handbags, removing their money, their cards and their
phones, before searching upstairs and leaving their phones well out of their
reach.
I’m sure they
managed to get free eventually, but I needed to be elsewhere – but I did take a
picture of them sitting there for my records…
Of course, it
does not have to be on the floor that I leave them to consider their
position. A more recent evening found me
at a house in the suburbs, availing myself of a very fine collection of gold
and jewels, when the owner of the house came into the room with someone who
looked enough like her to be her daughter.
Both were mature
women, however – mummy had long wavy blonde hair, and was wearing a knee length
black dress with sleeves that came just over her elbows, and black high
heels. As for the daughter, she was
middle aged, with her blonde hair falling over the shoulders of her blue and
red floral print dress. The dress had
short sleeves, and she was also wearing black heels – and the most shocked
expression of the two.
Now, this time,
like the last, I was wearing black clothing and a stocking mask – and the gun
in my leather gloved hand. And with that
gun, I told Mummy to lie on her back on the bed, and put her hands together in
prayer. She asked why I wanted her to do
this – and then from my rucksack I took a length of white cord, and told her
daughter to tie Mummy’s wrists tightly together.
She did that,
as I made sure she made the biding tight – and then I mad her take Mummy’s
hands above her head, and tie the loose ends to the wrought iron stand at the
top of the bed.
I then handed
her daughter a second length of cord, telling Mummy at the same time to cross
her ankles, and then watched as her daughter made sure her ankles were secured
tightly together as well. I then got her
to remove Mummy’s jewellery and put it in my rucksack, before she lay next to her
mother, her hands together in prayer as well.
It only took me
a few minutes to secure her wrists and ankles in the same way as she twisted on
the bed, and a few more to remover her jewellery – and then I rolled up two stockings
and pushed one into each of their mouths, the edges sticking out from between
their lips as I watched them twist round.
I probably should have done something to keep them in there – but the
look of fear in their eyes told me they were not even thinking about what they
could do to call for help.
It was
certainly an intoxicating look, and had I been so inclined, I could have spent
a lot more time playing with them – but I was on a deadline, so I left them
there to try and get free…
Yes, sometimes
I do get to help those I visit experience more than just been bound and
gagged. For example, there were the two
friends I called on one Saturday afternoon in their home. Both were in their sixties, and very casually
dressed. One had silver white long hair,
and was wearing a white lace top with drop elbow length sleeves, faded blue
denim pedal pushers, and white trainers.
Her friend with the greying blonde hair was wearing a grey V-necked sweater,
the elbows pushed up to her elbows, grey denim leggings and black Doc Marten
boots.
They were both
looking at their phones -phones which I had to ask them to give to me when I
came into the room. I had on a balaclava
mask for this visit, so they could clearly see the look in my eyes, the set of
my mouth – a look that was sufficient for them to hand then over.
The next step
was to tell blondie to sit on the couch, her hands on her head, while her
friend stood in front of me and put her hands behind her back. Blondie watched as I opened my rucksack, and
took out some thin white topes – before I folded Silver’s arms behind her back,
and tied her wrists to her elbows, cinching the binding at each side.
I then took a
longer rope and doubled it over, before using it to hold her upper arms against
her sides, the ropes framing her chest as I took it above and below her
breasts. It certainly made sure they
stood more prominently as I took the rope between her arm and body on one side,
up and around the back of her neck, and then under the other side before tying
it off.
That was enough
to ensure she could not use her hands – but I had another treat in mind. Blondie watched as I wrapped the rope round
her friend’s waist and tied a knot, then brought it round so that the knot sat
under her belly, the ropes dropping to the floor.
“No…”
The gasp as I
reached between Silver’s legs and pulled the rope back, hiking her top and
making sure it stayed in place as I tied the ends round her forearms to hold
them together – exquisite, as was her soft moans when she dried to move. I told her to sit down, Blondie watching as I
knelt down and secured her ankles together with rope, and then her legs below
her knees - and then, it was her turn.
Sliver twisted
from side to side a bit as I secured her friend in the same way as her – and
she moaned too when I tied the crotch rope into place – and soon they were
sitting together as I made sure they could not escape. They could, of course, still call for help –
at that stage at least.
So I made sure
I rolled up two bandanas, tied a large knot in the centre of each one, and then
cleave gagged them both, the knot pushing their tongues down in their mouths to
make it more difficult for them to try and call out. They needed further distraction, however – so
I helped them both to lie on their stomachs on the floor, and pulled their ankles
back before securing them to the crotch rope.
As I said, a
distraction, but not an unpleasant one for them – and for me, in terms of my
gains…
Twins can be a
very pleasant surprise as well – and very pleasant for them as well. Take these two lovely ladies I disturbed one
afternoon as they drank tea. One was wearing
a blue dress with a round neckline and short sleeves, while her sister wore a
floral print dress with a square neckline and short sleeves, several strings of
pearls around her neck.
For them, I
felt they should be comfortable while awaiting some form of rescue – so I invited
them int the dining room of the house, and to take a seat on a dining table
chair next to each other. They were
demure, their hands on their laps, as I started by pressing lengths of brown
sticking plaster over their mouths to keep them quiet, then ordering them to
hand over all their jewellery.
From there, I
took ropes from my bag and guided their arms round the chair backs, securing
their wrists together and then making sure they were tied to the chair back,
and then used two longer lengths oof rope to make sure their arms and upper
body were secured together and to the chair back.
But I wanted to
make sure they were really secure and could not call for help -so when I
squeezed their breasts between the bands of rope, and heard their muffled
squeals, I knew they would stay quiet whatever happened.
In fact, I really
made sure – and also to distract them from their predicament. They were kicking their legs as they twisted
in the binding – at least until I tied their ankles and knees to the front legs
of the chair, and then continued with my teasing of both of them.
As is often the
case, those moans became softer as they accepted the situation, and they moved
in a slightly more – suggestive way. As
they were sisters, however, and I was on a personal timeline, I had to leave
them to enjoy some quiet time together…
And talking of
letting women spend quiet time together…
They were lovers, one in her sixties with silver grey long hair, and one
in her late forties with her face framed in a dark brown bob. When I disturbed them in the penthouse flat
one night, they were both wearing rose pink silk pyjamas, with rose gold cuffs
and collars.
They were
sharing a drink, so I allowed them to finish their drinks, and then at gunpoint
made them walk to their bedroom. Once
inside, I took from my rucksack two long lengths of rope and handed them to the
ladies, telling them to double the ropes over, wrap them round their waists,
and make a knot at their belly button before letting the ends drop to the floor
in front of them.
They stood facing
each other, hand son their heads as I reached between each of their legs in
turn and then pulled the ropes back and up, rubbing on them as I secured the
ends to the waist band and then left some lengths hanging down. That seemed to – please them, as I invited
them to embrace each other.
And in doing
so, they discovered why I had left the lengths hanging, as I secured their
wrists together behind each other’s back, and then tied the loose ends round
their wrists as well.
Their moans as
they moved their wrists were soon silenced – with a pair of panties in each of
their mouths, and a wide strip of white microtape pressed down over their
mouths. Well, not so much silenced as
very well muffled – because they increased as I used ropes to force them both
together, their breasts rubbing on each other as they pressed their taped lips
together.
When ‘I had
finished, their arms were pressed against their sides and their bodies rubbing
together, as well as the ropes between their legs – so thewy did not resist as
I pushed them onto the bed, secured the ankles and legs, and placed them both
into hogties – their ankles tied to their crotch ropes as well.
The perfect
distraction as I robbed them…
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