Meet The Fox
Oh, of course I have had some interesting
encounters in my time, Ellen. After all,
I am The Fox, and I do like to have fun.
Take the cos player – she was in town for a convention, but I knew she
was also a trader in gems, and not necessarily a legit one, if you catch my
drift. So I found out which room in the
hotel she was booked into.
Sorry –
suite. Only the best for her. I made my way up the service entrance, and
knocked on the door, bold as brass – and then smiled as she opened the door,
and I walked in, gun in one gloved hand and bag in the other. She was dressed as one of those Saturday Morning
TV spies – a blue cat suit, zipped up to the neck, with a utility belt round
her waist, opera gloves in a darker shade of blue, and thigh high leather
boots.
Well,
naturally, she was delighted to see me, and even more impressed when I told her
who I was – she even thought we could talk as fellow professionals, forgetting
the first rule of our profession.
What’s that
first rule? We don’t talk – and neither
did she when I forced her to stuff three pairs of her panties into her mouth,
and then tie a white cloth tightly round her head to keep them in there. Such a wonderful sight to see the bulge
between her covered lips…
Still, like I
said Ellen – always a professional. I
pulled a chair away from the desk, made her sit in it, and pulled her arms
round the chair back before I tied her wrists together, and then to the chair
back. Another band of brown rope round
her stomach and the chair back, and a third round her upper arms – nice and
neat, as always.
I then tied her
ankles together side by side, making sure I cinched the binding, and then her
legs above her knees, before lightly patting her on the head and making her
watch as I tipped the gems into my own bag.
And that should
have been it, Ellen – but whop should pick the moment to come into the room and
turn the covers down than the maid? I
know – it took me by surprise as well!
And she was a large woman, with long black hair, wearing the grey coat
dress, white apron and white sneakers.
Well, she got one look at my captive, and started to speak in Spanish –
and then drop to her knees when she saw me, saw the gun, and saw the big roll of
silver duct tape in my hand!
Come prepared
for all occasions, that’s me – I only used rope rather than tape at first
because it was such a fantastic costume, I did not want to damage it! But for the poor maid, Ellen, I went old
school – taping her wrists together behind her back, then wrapping it round her
arms and body, covering her bare elbows as I made sure she could only wriggle
round, then making her sit in front of the seat as I taped her ankles together,
as well as her legs below her knees.
One of her
dusters in her mouth, and tape round her head, and I smiled at both of them
before I made my exit…
Now I know what
you want to ask Ellen – how did I, wonderful flaming red hair, tight blouse
open at the top and tight pants in matching grey, darker grey gloves and boots,
and a grey girdle even – how come they never see me coming? It’s a gift, I don’t flaunt it – but it does
help me get my own way in the most unusual of places.
Oh, you want to
know what was the most unusual place? Oh
that’s easy – the class of a school. You
see, I had visited a very posh house in the area some months ago, but needed to
make a quick getaway, so I climbed into an open window, stuffed the gains into
a cupboard, and got out.
When I returned
a week later, I saw it was a school – and I had to sit in my Lamborghini and
wait until the kids were out, before I went in.
Unfortunately, Teacher was still in residence – a strawberry blonde in
her early thirties, wearing a lovely light grey coat with a brown check, a
mustard coloured skirt, and black shoes.
Well, when she
saw me Ellen she was overcome with joy – in fact, she was going to ring for
others to come and join us, but I persuaded her not to, before I took her hands
behind her back and tied them tightly together at her wrists with rope. I also tied her arms to her sides with a nice
snug band, before making her sit on a Math Mat.
What’s a Math
Mat? A floor mat with numbers and
symbols on it Ellen – what else would it be?
Anyway, Blondie watched as I tied her ankles together, and her legs over
her skirt, before I pushed a cloth into her mouth and tied a white strip of
cloth over it. She then had the joy of
watching as I retrieved the jewels – and the greater joy of her boss coming in
and me capturing her as well!
Oh come on
Ellen – ten years older, brown hair in a bun, small glasses, long grey blouse
over a blue skirt and sensible shoes? Of
COURSE it was her boss, and she was absolutely delighted to join in with the
teacher – in fact, she insisted on been tied and gagged back to back with her,
before I tied them both together at their waists and chests.
And do you know
something, Ellen? They were so happy to
be like this that they both struggled and tried to call for others to come,
even though they could not move and could hardly talk! I mean, I thought they were little cats, but
afterwards – oh boy did they have fun! I
couldn’t stay however, I had to go away…
Excuse me while
I have a drink… Do you know who you
remind me of right now Ellen? My mother,
the first time I played my game with her.
She was also a big woman, but she loved playing with me, and the game
she loved the most was Cops and Robbers.
I was always the Robber, and Momma?
Well, in a chair, wearing her blue smock top and her long purple floral
print dress, she loved letting me tear an old sheet into strips, use one to tie
her wrists together behind the chair back, one to secure her ankles, one in her
mouth and the last tied over her mouth.
Oh what fun we
had back then – even when she actually agreed to be the hostage…
Now, where was
I? Oh yes – times I really enjoyed my
work. Well, remember that maid from the
hotel? I met her again a couple of years
later, but she wasn’t working in the hotel then. Oh no Ellen – she was the personal maid to
Lady Amelia Dickens, and it was just her lucky day when she came into the
office of her apartment to clean it – and found me opening her safe!
I know – she
looked at me and said “Santa madre no otra vez!” Then she raised her hands – I had just
pointed a gun at her – and lay face down on the floor for me, whispering all
the time as I took a roll of grey tape and walked over. This time, she was in a black coat dress with
white trim, the pristine white apron of course – and the white shoes. But that wasn’t important – what was
important was me making her secure.
Wrists first, and then her ankles before I rolled her over and made her
sit up, and then secured her arms to her body, the bands above and below her
chest.
Oh, of course I
treated her with respect Ellen – I am a lady, after all! When she was secured, I made her shuffle over
to the wall, bent her legs and taped them together above her knees, and then
pushed a sponge into her mouth before covering it with grey tape.
This wasn’t
duct tape by the way – oh no, this was a special Micropore tape I had
made. Doesn’t damage hair or skin, but
holds so well. Anyway, I smiled as she
encouraged me with her muffled words, Ellen, and I went back to opening the
safe and putting all the lovely money and jewels into my bag.
Which was the
perfect moment for Lady Amelia herself to walk in – and she was amazingly
gracious as a hostess, welcoming me before I made sure she could not say
anything else.
Od do anything
else – grey went so well with her black jumper and white skirt, as she sat next
to the maid and looked round,, her short blonde hair moving so softly as they
tried to talk! Oh it was delightful,
and I would have loved to stay and talk with them, but I had a prior
engagement. You know how it is Ellen –
so much to do, and so little time to do it!
My most recent
visit? Well, that was last night in fact
– a lovely apartment in Mayfair, and the owner had such good taste in jewellery
as well. A pity she did not have the
same taste in clothing – when she came in, she was wearing a purple hooded top
and jogging pants, white socks and trainers.
What was that
Ellen – she may have been at the gym?
Well, I suppose it is possible, but she surely had more style than
Primark for clothes? Anyway, I soon made
sure she had another workout – taping her wrists, lower arms and elbows
together behind her back, then her arms to her sides, her ankles, and her legs
above her knees.
I was even nice
to her – I could have used her socks to fill her mouth, and I was tempted to,
but instead I used a clean pair of panties and more tape over her lips, but I
did take her shoes off and tickle the soles of her feet as she wriggled and
giggled and mumbled…
Anyway, that
was when I saw your chat show, as I turned the television on to keep her
company – and I just knew I would have to come on and tell you my stories
Ellen. Thank you for having me on – and
for letting me demonstrate my skills to you as well. You have been wonderful!
Ellen shook her head as she looked at
the redhead in the seat opposite her on the set. She wanted to say something to her, but the
knotted white scarf in her mouth was keeping her quiet, the band tied round her
head and under her auburn hair.
She would love to have been able to clap
as well, but the ropes holding her wrists down to the armrests of her chair
stopped that – as did the bands holding her to the chair back, stretching her
mustard coloured top over her chest. She
was also wearing a blue skirt, and matching shoes, the heels stamping on the
studio floor as she thumped her bound feet up and down.
The Fox smiled as she stood up, and
waved with her gloved hand before she left her in the empty studio set – the
crew were not due in for another two hours…
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