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Every one of
us has their own way of working in this business, and their own peculiarities
in terms of taste and so on.? It?s not as
if we?re clowns, and have our make-up recorded on an egg in the stores ? but if
you get known enough in the trade, people can tell who did a job from the
reports.
Now, me ? I
am known for targeting homes where the female in residence is older.? Like many others, I take care to ensure they
are well secured and silenced while I am about my work ? not exactly MILF, but
more MILT ? Mothers I Like to Tie.
What can make
it even more fun is if I enter the house, and find said lady is trying to
recover their youth by dressing in a way they think can help them regain their
youth.? Now, sometimes, that works,
sometimes it doesn?t, but...? Well,
better if I give a few examples.
Take the
woman I called on a few months ago in South London.? I make sure I plan for my visits, and arrive
at a suitable time, but in this case I got lucky.? She had just got back from a visit, and had
left her front door open ? so I walked in, closed it behind me, and walked into
her front room, taking her totally by surprise as she sat on the couch.
And she was
certainly dressed in a style a few decades below her age ? she was in her early
sixties, but was wearing a leopard print pinafore dress over a black roll neck
sweater, tights and knee length black leather boots with a block heel.
Now, I always
have a little something with me to persuade them to be quiet ? usually a .38
which looks good in my hand, and certainly in this case it helped keep the
woman quiet ? all she did was run her fingers through her greying blonde hair
as she looked at me.
I spoke
quietly but firmly, telling her to kneel in front of the brown upholstered
couch she was sitting on, put her head on the seat cushion, and her hands
behind her bag.? In my free hand was a
holdall with my supplies, so as she did this I put the bag down, took out some
rope and then tied her wrists together behind her back, making sure I cinched
the binding by passing the cords between her arms.
I then made
her sit up, and wrapped some rope around her upper body, trapping her arms
against her side as the two bands framed her chest.? That made her dress stretch over her body,
but it wasn?t revealing ? a fact I am sure she and I were grateful for.
I then took a
roll of silver duct tape from my bag, tore off several strips and pressed them
down over her mouth.? It wasn?t the most
effective of gags, true, but she had been very cooperative, and the look in her
eyes was enough to tell me she was not going to cause any trouble.
I helper her
to stand up and then lie on the comfortable couch, before using more rope to
bind her ankles together, and then her legs below her knees.? I got a little thrill as I heard the rope rubbing
on her leather boots, as well as her legs rubbing against each other, before I
left her and proceeded to search the rest of the house for valuables.
When I came
back, she had certainly been trying to move ? the skirt of her dress had risen
a little too high.? She watched as I
walked forward, shaking her head and moaning in fear, but relaxed as I did
nothing more than pull her dress down.
And that was
when I would have gone ? had I not heard someone gasping behind me, and I
turned round to see a dark haired girl in her twenties standing behind me.? Now, I said I preferred the older lady in the
house ? but age is not a barrier to what I need to do.
And besides,
this girl was the opposite to the other woman ? while she was lying on the
couch, twisting round in her younger person?s clothes, the new arrival was
wearing a pink cardigan over a grey blouse and black skirt, black tights and
heels, with a black silk bow in her hair and wearing a pair of granny specs.
She was
suitably astonished, and I took full advantage of that, holding her arm as she
stuttered and tried to say something.? I
had plenty of rope, so I sat her in an armchair, and tied her wrists together
in front of herself, and then some rope around her upper body to hold her arms
in place.? More rope around her ankles
and her legs below her knees, and then a length of rope from her wrists to her
legs so that they were held in place.
She didn?t
even do more than whimper as I taped her mouth over, and then removed her
glasses, folding them and placing them to the side before I left both of them
to enjoy some personal time together.
It was a good
haul that day, a nice pleasant visit with no long lasting harm beyond some time
bound and gagged.? It was also a pleasant
afternoon visit, but I can visit at any time of the day or night, and often it
can be the evening visits that prove the most illuminating.
Come with me
to Birmingham, and a December evening as I manage to unlock the kitchen door of
a nice semi detached villa and walk in.?
It was furnished in country style ? you know, dark wood cabinets, hidden
hood over the hob, things like that.
Now, the
kitchen light was off, but the light in the corridor wasn?t, and I could hear music
up the staircase, so I slowly walked up, trying to make as little noise as
possible, and looked in one of the bedrooms.
She was, by
my reckoning, in her late forties, with long brown hair that had streaks of
grey running through it as it lay over her shoulders.? The black jersey dress she had on was
certainly figure hugging, and short, given it barely managed to over her bottom
as she looked in her wardrobe.
Her legs were
in a pair of sheer, shiny hose, and over her lower legs she was wearing a pair
of black fabric boots that were studded with sequins, making it look as if
there was a galaxy of small stars shining under the ceiling light.? They had a four inch stiletto heel as well,
so I had to make sure she didn?t use them on me, as I walked behind her, and
then put one arm around her waist and my free hand over her mouth.
Oh my lord
did she struggle!? She reached up and
tried to pull my hand away, and I was glad I had thick leather gloves on,
because her fingernails could have caused some serious damage.? She also, as I figured she might, tried to
stab her heels into my feet, but I managed to keep them out of the way as I
made her walk to her bed and lie face down on it ? long enough for me to take
my little persuader from my jacket pocket as I sat across her back and show it
to her.
Well, the
sight of the metal barrel soon made her stop struggling, as I made her hold her
hands above her head, took some rope from my other pocket, and bound her wrist
tightly together, before tied them to the metal headboard.? Now she may not have hurt me much, but she
had tried to escape, so I figured that deserved a little punishment ? which led
me to tie some rope around her waist, and then pull it up and between her legs,
making her already short skirt ride up as it pressed on her ? well, her very
sensitive parts.? Tying it off, I then
went back to my bag, got some more rope out, crossed and secured her ankles
together, and then secured her legs below and above her knees.
Well, the
language that was coming out of her mouth while I was doing that was most
unladylike ? so I had to put a stop to that, didn?t I?? A pair of panties from her drawer was the
first thing to use, and then one of her quite frankly large collection of
scarves pulled between her lips helped to teach her the benefits of silence.
She took it
as a begrudging lesson though ? so when I pulled her ankles back, and secured
them to the rope coming up from between her legs, it provided as she tried to
escape enough of a distraction to grab her attention, as I helped myself to her
things.
So much of a
distraction, in fact, she was moaning for other reasons by the time I left the
house, and got out of the front door.? No
idea how long she was left like that, but I?m sure it proved more entertaining
in the end than any party she had planned to go to.
That?s one of
the things I get out of this line of work, you see ? a sense of fulfilment at a
job well done, and if the woman is nice and helpful, well I will reward
her.? But you still find those who want
to recapture that lost youth ? and one night comes to mind which made that
clear for two people.
This was in
Newcastle, party capital of the North East, and it was spring ? the time of
fresh new life and budding beauty.?? The
woman I was planning to visit ran a high class jewellery store in the main
Georgian arcade ? late forties, always conservatively dressed, with hair that
for some reason she dyed ginger red.?
Anyway, the evening I chose to visit wasn?t particularly special, an
ordinary May evening in every respect.? They
lived in a place called Gosforth, to the north of the city, in a semi-detached
which I had no problem getting into with my toolkit.
It was only
when I walked into the front room that I realised something was very
different.? The lady of the house was
there, and I heard her call out ?You nearly ready Mum??
?I need a few
more minutes,? I heard an older woman call down ? which told me there would be
two women for me to restrain later.?
Well, I had come prepared for such eventualities, and I put my bag quietly
down, pausing only to put a length of rope in my jacket pocket and take out my
little friend.
Feeling
ready, I walked in ? but what I saw was not a mousy shop owner who was likely
to meekly do whatever I said.
Oh it was the
same woman, with the same ginger hair ? but her outfit was anything but
ordinary.? She was wearing a shocking
pink vest and black leather trousers, but over the legs of the trousers were a
pair of thigh length pink leather boots, the white laces at the front running
from foot to top and tied off in a double bow.?
The heels on the boots were real killers as well ? but fortunately, in
this case the sight of me holding a gun and pointing it at her was enough for
her to keep nice and quiet.
I motioned to
the drapes at the window, and suggested she may wish to close them, but as she
walked over I could hear footsteps on the stairs ? so I stood by the doorway
and watched as her mother came in, looked at her at the window and asked what
was wrong.
Ah yes, her
mother ? you could tell from the face, even if she had long white hair, but she
was dressed in black ? black sweater, black leather pants, and black thigh high
patent leather boots with a zip up the back of the leg and three inch heels.? As she turned and saw me, she almost fainted,
but instead walked over to join her daughter as I looked at them.
So there we
were ? two women, one in her late forties, the other probably seventy, dressed
like young clubbers.? Well, there was
only one possible thing I could do with these fetish fans ? go all the way.
I handed the
daughter my length of rope, and told her to tie her mother?s wrists together
behind her back, hands palm to palm, and to make sure she made it tight.? Now, I guess they had expected this, what
with the armed intruder holding a gun in front of them, so I watched as she
doubled the rope over and secured them together.
I then made
them both turn round as I took a second length of rope from my pocket, and
bound the daughter?s wrists together ? and then told them not to move as I
fetched my bag from the hallway, opened it, and took out two more lengths.
Their gasps
as I forced their elbows together with the new lengths of rope were quite nice,
especially from the mother as I passed the rope around and between her
arms.? I then passed more rope around
their arms and upper bodies, framing their chests in the bands before I made
sure it was cinched ? for the mother, with the rope under her arms and around
the back of their neck, and for her daughter as a rope bra, the rope going
between hr breast and around the lower band.
They were starting
to pant a little at this point, as I made them kneel on the floor and cross
their ankles, using more rope to secure them together, and then to bind their legs
below their knees as well as around their thighs.
As they
struggled, the rope rubbed on the leather, and the sound was like music to my
ears.? So when I tied crotch ropes on
both of them, and heard the gasps as the leather was pressed on them, it was even
more wonderful ? but I knew I had to make sure they could not make any noise
while I looked around.
So I made
them both, at gunpoint, open their mouths and pushed a sponge into their
mouths, making sure their teeth and lips closed over the stuffing, and then
took from the bag a roll of white medical tape ? which I wrapped tightly round
their heads, sealing the sponge in and covering the lips of both of them.
I then made
them both lie on the brown carpet, and hogtied them, leaving them in the
darkened room while I had a look round the house.
I did find a
lot of nice things ? but when I was in the daughter?s room, I found two other
things that I thought would add to their enjoyment after I left.? So when I went down, and checked the ropes, I
slipped a little vibrator into the pants of each of them, under the crotch
rope, and left them squirming, the leather rubbing on the ropes and their legs
as they were teased....
I certainly
left them to be happy that time ? and in a way they deserved it, for thinking
they could carry off the look of a twenty year old at twice or three times that
age.
Of course,
these days the lines of fashion get blurred so much that for the older woman,
they may often find the clothes they wore as a young woman are back in fashion
again.? Not so true of the last tale ?
those clothes are always an eclectic branch of fashion anyway ? but...
When I was a
kid in the eighties, the Laura Ashley country girl look was in.? You know, lace and frilly blouses, dresses
and skirts that looked as if they were made from floral curtains, things like
that.
Well, the
house I visited last week had as the lady of the house a woman in her early
sixties, who was the head of HR for a medium sized local firm.? She was about five four, and when I had
observed her grey hair was cut in an untidy bob.
Anyway, I
arrived when she was not home, so I left my supply bag on the floor in the
front room, behind the door, and started my search upstairs.? I managed to find her valuables, and place
them in a number of bags which I carried downstairs and placed in the side of
my bag ? then I heard the key turn in the front door, and the door itself open
and close.
Hiding behind
the door, I saw the lady of the house walk in, wearing a very fetching pair of
brown glasses.? She was wearing a green
cardigan over a white lace top, and a knee length purple skirt with a floral
pattern, the edge of a black and white polka dot underskirt peeking out from
under ? but she then had on a pair of black tights with a lighter check, and
mid length brown mock croc leather boots.
A real
mixture of new and old ? but she was the lady of the house, so I clasped my
hand over her mouth and pulled her against me, telling her not to scream and
not to struggle.
This time I
did not need my little friend, her nodding and mumbles under my gloved hand
telling me all I needed to know.? There
was an old wooden rocking chair nearby, so I told her to sit in the chair, rest
her hands on the arm rests, and not to move.
I used a ball
of twine to tie her wrists down to the armrests, as well as her arms at the
elbows, and then tied her ankles together, as well as her legs below her knees,
before I used a rolled up scarf as a cleave gag, and left her there while I
made my way out of the house.? She had
done all I asked of her, so a simple restraint just to give me enough time to
get away.
So here I am
now, paying another visit ? this time in Chinatown, as I look down on the dark haired
Chinese grandmother in the office of the restaurant.? She is wearing a peach silk long sleeved
collarless blouse, faded blue jeans and straight black leather boots, but her
blouse is stretched over her chest by the ropes above and below her breasts,
the bands pulled together behind her with the rope that also holds her bound
wrists up her back.? There were also
bands of rope around her ankles, and her legs below her knees, as she looks at
me over the white tape that I have pressed down over her mouth.
The safe door is open, and the contents in my bag, but I smile as I pick
that up and put it over my shoulder.? As
I walk out, the breeze from the closign door make my skirt brush against my
legs, as I walkd down the stairs and into the street.
Maybe hittiing small businesses will add extra excitement ? after all, who
would suspect a young well dressed woman of doing this?
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