Not a Robbery – Shopping
Alexis Channing, 35, Chelsea
I had lunch
with some of my girlfriends that day, in a little bijou bar I know off Sloane
Square, and then went to Harvey Nicks to pick up a new outfit. It was a cool day, so I had on my dusky pink
fur jacket with a pink scarf wrapped loosely round my neck. That covered my brown floral print top, which
I had matched with a pair of mustard brown leggings and over the knee brown
suede boots.
My short
blonde hair blew in the soft breeze as I carried my bags from Harvey’s, and
picked up some orders from other stores, before I walked back to my basement
flat off the High Street.
I unlocked my
front door and walked in, putting my bags down on my couch and then taking off
my jacket and scarf, leaving them there before I went to the kitchen to put
some coffee on. I left it to bubble away
as I went back into the front room – and saw him standing there.
He was tall,
broad shouldered, wearing an open necked shirt and slacks – but he also had a
gun in one hand, and a small bag in the other.
He had a nice smile though – funny the things you notice when someone
points a gun at you and tells you to put your hands up.
As I slowly
raised my hands, he walked to the windows, pulling the blinds down as he kept
looking at me, and then told me to turn round, and put my hands behind my
back. As I did this, I saw him put the
small bag down and open it, too afraid to look and wondering what he was going
to do.
I had already
noticed the latex gloves on his hands, and now I felt them on my arms as he
crossed my wrists behind my back, and then the soft rope on my skin as he bound
them tightly together, the bands of ropes going tightly around and between my
arms as it rubbed on them.
I wasn’t sure
what he was going to do, as he kept talking to me, calming me down as I found
myself unable to move my arms. I asked
him what he was going to do, but instead I felt his hand on my shoulder as he
told me to kneel down.
I felt him
cross my ankles, and then more rope as the soft suede of my boots was pulled
against my legs, my ankles almost fused together as the tight bands held them
close.
He then
stroked his gloved hands down my arms, as I tried to control my breathing,
wondering what he was going to do. I found
out what that was, as I saw him reach into his bag, and then take a folded silk
scarf out. He told me to open my mouth,
and as I did so he pushed the cloth into my mouth, the soft material on my
tongue as it filled the space.
Closing my
lips over it, I was amazed at the fact I could still breathe, even when I heard
this strange squelching and ripping sound, and then he pressed some type of
tape over my mouth and jaw, sealing my lips together as he ran his hands over
it and it formed to the shape of my jaw.
“Whtrudngttmmm,”
I mumbled as I felt him stroke his hands down my arms again, and then reach
round, my eyes widening as he slowly started to unfasten the front of my blouse
and ease it down my arms. I tried to
struggle, but he just gripped me firmly, and then I felt his lips as he kissed
the side of my neck.
He talked to
me, quietly, calmly, telling me not to be afraid, that I was not going to have
what I feared happen to me, but that he was going to make me totally happy and
fulfilled. I swear, I had no idea what
he was on about at that point, but I soon found out as he kissed me again, between
my shoulder plates, a little shock running down my spine as he let my blouse
hang over my wrists, and then unhooked my bra.
The touch of
his fingers on my chest as he slipped it down my body, and then traced round my
nipples, was something unexpected, and exquisite at the same time. I moaned slightly as he did this, and then he
started to use his hands to massage my breasts, all the time kissing the sides
and back of my neck as he did so.
I couldn’t
stop him, and somehow I didn’t want to, as I felt his hands on my flesh, my
breasts firming in response to his touch, my body beginning to ache. It had been far too long since someone had done
this to me, and even in the situation I was in, somehow I was getting more than
a little aroused by this.
I closed my
eyes at this point and moaned again, especially as I felt something pulling my
arms into my sides. When I opened them
again, I saw the man had started to wind rope around me, framing my chest above
and below as my arms were forced into my side, and then the bands tightening
suddenly, making me gasp again as the two bands pressed and forced my chest
out.
That wasn’t
all he did though – he also took the rope over one shoulder, down between my
breasts and fed it round the lower loop, and then back up and over the other
shoulder. That forced my chest out even
more, as he started to play and tease my nipples with his gloved fingers, again
his lips travelling over my neck, and then up and down my spine as he did so.
By all rights
I should have been screaming at him to stop, but somehow I didn’t. Somehow I could do nothing but close my eyes
and moan loudly as he did this, even when he manoeuvred me to lie on my back,
and straddled my body, smiling before he leaned over and started to use his
lips and tongue on my chest.
IT was like
nothing I had ever felt before, his gentle kisses making me forget he had bound
and gagged me as they covered my throat and chest, his hands slipping between
my legs as I felt how warm I had grown down there.
I looked up
as he moved down, and produced more rope, using it to secure my legs together
below my knees, bending them slightly to do that, before he looked at me. I remember saying something like
“whrruggntddd,” as he looked between my legs – and then slowly unfastened my
trousers, pulling them down to around my knees as he ran his finger up my damp
panties.
“Hmfkngggd,”
I whimpered as he did this, and then leaned over from the side, his lips
teasing on my already firm and hard nipples as he continued to do just that –
run his finger up my crotch, pressing the wet cotton of my panties against it
and making them even more wet as he did so.
“Hnnn... Hnnnn...
Hswtmkkrrr....”
My gasps were
getting louder and louder, until I looked at him, my eyes wanting one thing at
the same time as my head was trying to scream no. He just looked at me, and smiled as he eased
my panties down, and then put his head between my legs and kissed me.
I arched my
back involuntarily, as he kept kissing me there, and then using his tongue to
lick me, to probe me, to make me shiver and shale and scream and... Oh shit – I need to be honest with myself,
don’t I?
He used his
tongue to take me to the edge, and then dive over in a glorious freefall of
pleasure and excitement, my screams muffled in a way I was so glad about as he
made me drain myself, emotionally, physically, sexually – and all with his
mouth and tongue. No one had ever done
that to me before, or since – and I’m not sure I would want to, for far too
many reasons.
All I know is
eventually he stopped, and looked at me as I lay there, panting, sweating,
glowing even. “Thank you,” he said, and
then without a word he turned and left me there. My housemate found me later, and nothing was
missing, but...
Still....
Darla Hope, 38, Liverpool
Well, it’s
not something you expect to happen, is it?
I’d been down the Albert Docks for lunch with some friends, and then we
had gone shopping at Liverpool 1, looking for some new clothes for me mate
Renee’s Hen Do next month.
It was a bit
nippy, so I had a dark brown hooded jerkin on over my big grey cowl necked
jumper, which just about covered my black leather miniskirt. I have naturally copper red hair, which fell
over my shoulders, and to keep my legs warm I had on white tights and a pair of
skin tight over the knee black leather boots.
The boots
have a three inch stack heel – to make my little body look taller – but that’s
a side issue right now. The thing was,
we were shopping, joking, having a really good time until I had to leave them
and head home to the West side. I got on
the bus, paying absolutely no attention to other people as they got on and off,
and once we got to Woolton and I jumped off, making my way home and letting myself
in.
I only had
time to take my hooded top off before I heard the doorbell ring. I thought it was just a delivery or something
– I’d ordered a few things on Amazon and they always have to ring – so I opened
the door without thinking.
So when this
big guy pushes into the house, and holds me against the wall, his hand over my
mouth as he looks at me, you can forgive me for being a little bit taken aback,
can’t you? All I could do was stare at
him as he looked at me. He was tall,
handsome and clear eyes, as he told me not to scream, and he didn’t want to
hurt me.
I was
considering whether or not to kick him in the nads, when I saw the gun that he
was taking out of his pocket, so I nodded to show him I understood. He thanked me – he THANKED me – and then
closed the door as he kept looking at me.
I asked him
what he wanted, but he just smiled at me as I said that, and asked me where I
kept my valuables. Well, they were in my
room, so I told him that, which made him smile even more as he took my arm, and
gently suggested we should go there.
As we went
in, he looked round, and then made me sit on the bed, putting my hands on my
head and asking me where I kept my scarves.
I knew then he was going to tie me up, and I guess in a way I was
relieved he was not going to use rope, so I told him to look in the wardrobe
where I kept my collection.
He told me to
sit on the bed, with my hands on my head, and as I did this he selected two
long green chiffon rectangles. He told
me not to move as he tied the ends to my ankles, and then spread my legs apart,
securing the other ends of the scarves to the foot of the bed.
I could hear
the chiffon rubbing on the leather, as I looked at him and wondered what he was
going to do next. He looked in the
wardrobe, and took out a large blue headscarf, rolling it into a band and tying
a knot in the middle, and then folding a small scarf into a pad. I really didn’t want him to do this, but his
gun was there, so I allowed him to put the small scarf in my mouth and then tie
the knot behind my teeth, the silk band trapping my hair against my head as he
tied the ends at the base of my neck.
Up until that
moment, I thought he was going to steal my rings and things, but then he said
he was after something else, and with one motion he pulled my jersey up and
over my head, revealing my skirt and the black bra I had on. Before I had time to protest, he had started
to bind my wrists together with a black silk scarf, and then tied a red one
between them as he put my hands over my head, and secured them to the
headboard,
Now I knew I
could be in real trouble, as he leaned over and started to massage my chest
with his gloved hands, ignoring my protests, ignoring my moans as his fingers
kneaded my breasts, and his kips kissed my neck and shoulders.
I was so
afraid at that point, I would have done anything to make him stop, even as he
used some scissors from my dressing table to cut through the front of my bra,
and started to kiss my breasts, sucking gently, licking softly, making me feel
as if I was melting under his attention...
I started to
groan as I moved around, unable to stop him as he started sucking on my
nipples, his hand moving down my belly as he looked at my skirt. It was held in place by a zip up the front,
so as he pulled the zip down and the skirt fell open, I could only moan and nod
as his hand touched me, my panties already wet...
I was
powerless – yes I know, it sounds stupid, but I truly was powerless, my eyes
misted over, my heart racing, as he moved his lips down my body, pulled my
soaking wet panties down, and then started to kiss me between my legs, his
tongue starting to probe me...
As it entered
me, licking me, touching me in places I never really knew existed, I started to
twist round and arch my back. By then, I
didn’t care he was holding me hostage – I just wanted him to take me, to end
this.
And he did –
but not in the way you’re thinking. He
just kept kissing me, licking me, probing with his tongue until I screamed into
the gag and had the strongest orgasm I had ever, EVER had. It seemed to last forever, until I finally
collapsed on the bed and looked at him through watery eyes, filled with
satisfaction and pleasure.
My husband
found me later, and I did speak to the police, but – well, how do I explain how
he made me feel, how he drove me wild.
And how can I
feel that way again?
Delores M’gana, 42, Newcastle
It was –
January, I think, maybe February. At any
rate, there was snow on the ground, because I remember fretting over what to
wear before I went to Northumberland Street and the shops.
As you can
see, I’m a big, happy woman – back then I had my hair platted in dreadlocks,
and I’d put on a green and lack patterned top, with sleeves down to my
elbows. I love big jewellery as well, so
I had on large hoop earrings and a chunky necklace to cover the front of my
chest where the top didn’t cover.
The skirt it
had on was black, and tight – it came to my knees, but as I moved I loved the
way it felt as it moved on my bottom. Mind
you, given what happened later...
Anyway, I also had ob black tights, and eventually I went for a pair of
green suede boots. Looking out, the snow
had been cleared to the side, so I figured I was safe with them.
Did I find
everything /I needed at the shops? Well,
with a fair bit of looking, yes I did, so I was in a very good mood when I got
the Metro back to Gosforth, and then walked to my house.
I hung my
coat up, stamped my feet a bit, walked into the front room and then heard the
front door ring. Looking out of the
window, I saw a smartly dressed man standing there, carrying a briefcase and
waiting patiently. Well, we’d had the usual
round of JWs and Mormons, so I figured he was another one, and whoever was with
him was on his other side.
So I put on
my best “no thanks” face, walked into the hallway, took a deep breath, opened
the door – and then backed up as he came in, closing it behind himself as I
stared at the gun he was holding in his gloved hand, pointed directly at me!
He looked at
me, smiled and then told me to put my hands on my head, and to walk into the
front room. As I went in, he told me to
sit down, and then closed the curtains over the bay window, smiling as he
looked at me.
I was – yea, I
was petrified, this stranger just looking at me. He spoke quietly, calmly, telling me I would
not be hurt, that he would not harm me – and then he opened his briefcase, and
he took out several lengths of rope.
Looking at me, he told me to turn round and kneel on the floor, head on
the seat, and hands behind my back.
Well, by now
I had figured he was going to tie me up and then rob me, so I did as he asked,
looking to the side as I heard him kneel behind me, and cross my wrists. When the rope went over them, I was taken by
surprise at how soft it was, but as he wrapped it around and between my arms, I
was surprised again at how strong it was – by the time he tied the rope off, I
wasn’t able to move my arms apart at all.
I then felt
him tie some rope around my ankles, but to my surprise he didn’t tie them
together – I just felt the circlet as it was tied tightly around each
ankle. I was going to say something
about that, when he did something else I wasn’t expecting – he made me raise my
head, and then open my mouth, before he pushed a folded cloth into it.
It felt like
silk on my tongue – I later found out it was a small blue scarf – but it
stopped me from making any sort of understandable words. That was reinforced when I heard a strange
tearing sound, and then he pressed something over my mouth that seemed to form to
my face, and boy did it stick firm!
I mumbled something
as he removed my necklace and my earrings – saying it was so I would not hurt
myself, as if I could like this – and then he did something with the ropes
around my ankles, before making me stand up.
To do this, he reached round under my arms and held my chest in his
hands, using his arms to lift me up as I felt him press down.
That – that
was a very different feeling, but he seemed to enjoy it, as he told me to
walk. Looking down, I saw he had tied
the ropes around my ankles between them, so that I could kinda hobble along,
but before I started he squeezed my chest again. This time, I heard myself moan in fear,
before he let me go, picked up the bag and told me to walk up the stairs.
It was
strange – and even more so when I saw my reflection in the hallway mirror. A large strip of white tape covered my mouth
and jaw, contrasting with my own skin, and I could clearly see the shape of my
lips under it.
Anyway – he
made me walk upstairs, and into my bedroom, before he told me to stop still for
a moment – and then he yanked my skirt down, letting it fall to the ground before
he told me to step out of it, and sit in the centre of the bed.
Well, I
certainly tried to say something about that, but he told me to stay calm, he had
no intention of doing that to me, and I should not worry. So the armed man, who has tied me up, gagged
me and just pulled my skirt off, has told me not to worry?
A prod from
the gun, however, and I sat down, watching as he untied the ropes between my
legs, then bent them and re-tied the ropes around my thighs, so that my ankles
were held firmly in place against them.
I could certainly feel the suede against the nylon of my stockings,
before he walked behind me, and started to massage my chest again.
Now, as I
said, I’m a big woman – and I know from boyfriends that my breasts are very
sensitive. But the way my body started
to respond to this, took me completely by surprise, as I heard myself moan while
he pulled me back against himself.
I closed my
eyes, and could feel his lips on my neck, before he pulled my top up and over
my head, taking it down to my wrists before he took more rope from that bag,
and tied my arms tightly to my body, the rope going above and below my breasts
as it rubbed against my silver coloured bra.
It felt so
different – and then, as he tightened them by taking the rope under my arms and
around the back of my neck, it felt even more secure. I wasn’t even afraid as he continued to grope
my chest – in fact, I think I even started to encourage him at this point.
That might be
why he eased the cups of the bra down, and my straps, before he lay me flat on
my back on the bed, my knees in the air, and started to kiss my neck as his
hands groped my breasts, my nipples hardening under his touch, my body starting
to shake as he began to lick, to kiss, to nibble...
OH god, now I
remember – the shock as he literally sucked my nipple into his mouth, his
tongue dancing over it as I started to moan even more loudly, and then I felt
his hand between my legs, commenting on how damp I was feeling, and then
kissing me between my legs, feeling his lips even though I still had my tights
and panties on.
The way he
had tied my legs, I realised he was not going to pull them down, so I thought I
was safe – and then I felt his hand slipping in, his fingers stroking over my
mound, my clit, into me as he continued to suck and kiss my chest...
Have you ever
wondered what it would be like to just lose yourself, to let everything
overwhelm you and not have a single thing to worry about, just knowing
everything would be all right? That
comes close to what I was experiencing then, as my body started shaking, and I
let myself go completely to the wondrous feelings coursing through me...
It was over
so quickly, that when I finally opened my eyes, I saw him preparing one last
length of rope. Before he used that on
me, however, he took out a small white cylinder, and with his fingers inserted
it into my damp, accommodating passage.
Tying the rope round my waist and then between my legs, I felt it press
the device in, and then I felt it starting to vibrate...
As I gasped
and started to moan again, I saw him look at me and smile as he walked
out. It was some time later when my
sister called and found me, exhausted but oh so happy...
Carol Walker, 45, Aberdeen
I’d spent the
day with friends, spending some time over a long lunch, and then shopping,
before I caught a taxi back to my home in the outskirts of town. I like my place – it’s a cottage, and you can
see the hills rising behind the garden as you look out over the kitchen.
It was April,
and a warm day, but I still wore a leather jacket over a grey round necked
jumper, and blue jeans. The legs of my
jeans were tucked into a very comfortable old pair of black leather knee length
boots, and I had a pink webbing belt round my waist. I have long blonde hair, which was held back
by a thin hairband, and my glasses which I really do need to see.
Anyway – I
went in, and dropped my bags on the floor.
As I looked outside, I saw a taxi pull up, but didn’t think anything of
it as I closed the door and took my jacket off, hanging it on a hook on the
wall before I went up to the toilet.
When I came
back down, I was looking forward to sitting down and watching the television –
so you can imagine my surprise when a gloved hand went over my mouth, and a
male voice behind me said, very quietly, to not struggle.
Of course I
struggled, trying to pull the hand away, but then I felt a small metal disc
press against my back, and the voice said once again not to struggle, but to
stay calm and do as he said. His grip
did not slacken once, so I let me hands drop and slowly nodded.
He thanked
me, and then told me not to scream as he took his hand away. I turned round and looked at him – tall,
thin, almost handsome, but he had a gun in his free gloved hand, and smiled as
he told me to very slowly walk over and close the curtains across the front
windows, without attracting attention to myself.
As I did
this, I heard him move a chair from my dining table, and as I turned round I
saw him place it in the centre of the room.
He indicated the seat, and told me to sit down, with my arms by the side
of the chair.
As I did so,
he said not to be afraid, he was not going to hurt me, but he would make sure
it was a memorable afternoon. I wondered
what he meant by that, as he asked me to lean forward, and then guided my arms
through the gaps n the chair back. I
felt him cross my wrists, and then some sort of rope as he started to tie them
together.
I tried to
pull them apart, but he was too strong, forcing them together as I felt the
cords around, and then between my arms, before he tied the ends together and
walked round to look at me. I told him
where my purse was, and my jewels in my room, but he looked at me, smiled and
said he wasn’t looking to rob me – not in that way.
Seriously, at
that moment those words went right over my head, as he knelt on the floor and
put my left ankle against the front leg of the chair, taking another length of
cord from his pocket and using it to secure my ankle to the wood. Another length of rope was used to secure my
legs below my knee to the chair leg, and then moved over, securing my right leg
in both places as well.
As he stood
up, he looked at me, his head cocked to one side, and then he walked slowly
behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders and gently squeezing them as he
asked me if I had any allergies, or if I was asthmatic. I shook my head in response to both,
wondering why he was asking before he put his gloved hand in front of my head,
and I saw a folded piece of silk in the palm of the glove.
Well, at that
point I realised why he had asked, and I clamped my mouth shut, determined not
to allow him to put that in my mouth. I
expected him to do something like pinch my nose or cover my mouth, but instead
he reached round with his free hand, and began to gently massage my chest his
hand pressing firmly on as he stroked over my breasts.
That was
totally unexpected, and I opened my mouth to tell him to stop – at which point
he pushed the silk in, and covered my mouth with his gloved hand as he
continued to tease me with his free one.
The silk felt soft as it pressed down on my tongue, and I had to start
breathing in and out through my nose, but that just seemed to add to the
sensation, the helplessness. That was
when I started to realise something else was going on here, something unexpected.
I mean, I was
scared shitless, but still, he was gentle as he whispered into my ear, and then
removed his hand. I stared straight ahead
as I heard a sound like paint peeling from a wall, and then some sort of tape
was pressed down over my mouth. He smoothed
it into place with his hands, but when he took that away and I tried to open my
mouth, whatever it was moved with me, and I knew what it meant to be gagged.
I mumbled
something, and then started to protest as he used both his hands to massage my
chest – but it was to no avail, as he squeezed, massaged, caressed, and I felt
my body start to respond, my breasts firming up as he moved over them, and then
eased my jumper up, revealing my grey bra before he produced more lengths of
rope, and started to bind my upper body to the chair, using two bands above and
below my chest to frame and force it out as I was pulled back.
As I felt him
tie the ropes off, I squirmed round, surprised at how the tight bands felt as I
moved. So when he reached round from
behind again and started to feel me, I could feel my nipples hardening, even as
he kept gently squeezing and massaging my flesh.
He showered
something about how I felt, but I had my eyes closed, and I heard myself moan
as my nipples seemed to turn into little rocks.
I barely even noticed as he slipped my bra up and over my chest – but I
opened my eyes and sighed deeply as his lips enclosed my nipples and sucked, a
fire that had only just started in me raging up as he did so.
I let my head
back as I growled, and that only seemed to fuel him on, that burning growing
stronger as I squirmed in the chair under his assault, and I felt a dampness
between my legs as well. A dampness that
was encouraged as his hand went between them and stroked over my crotch, while
he looked at me.
He then
removed my glasses, and as I closed my eyes he kissed them, then my neck, and
then moved down as he unfastened my belt and my jeans, and pulled them down me,
followed by my panties. I felt his finger
on my bare damp flesh, and shook as he gently stroked to and fro, hi slips
kissing my nipples as his tongue played with them.
It was like
nothing I had ever felt before – my body was shaking, and I was trying to tell
him to stop, but at the same time I was starting to moan with pleasure, as I
pushed myself towards him – and then he knelt on the ground, between my legs as
he looked up at me, and then placed his lips on my crotch.
I screamed at
that, and then screamed again as he kissed me there, and his tongue stroked
over, and then into me. It wasn’t
screams of fear – it was pure lust, egging him on as he began to work on me,
and I fell deep, deep into the ocean of pleasure he was generating for me. I didn’t want it to stop, as he took me close
to the edge – and then sent me over again and again, as I shook and felt my
body give itself totally over.
I eventually
let my head drop, panting as he looked at me and stood up, and then thanked
me. He thanked me – despite the
situation, I wanted to thank him for what he had just done!
At any rate,
i watched as he turned the television on, and then left me watching it as he
exited the house. It was hours later
when my husband got home and found me – but it was an amazing experience,
despite everything....
Rena McCulloch, 51, Bristol
I’d spent the
day at the local antiques market, looking for anything that I could use to add
to my collection. Not a lot else to do
since he left me for that blonde haired...
My chestnut
red hair was cut short, and I had on a brightly coloured jacket which looked a
bit like a Jackson Pollock painting on black, a long blue scarf wrapped round my
neck and tucked into the sides. The coat
covered a pair of black leggings, and I had on a pair of knee length red
leather boots with flat heels and zipped on the inside.
As I said, I
was walking round the stalls and markets for the best part of the day, and not
finding very much, so by the end of the day I was ready to get home and have a
nice cup of tea. I got onto the bus that
went out to my estate, not paying much attention to what was going on as I sat
down, let the world go by, got off and walked into my front door.
Putting my
striped shopping bag down, I was going to unfasten my coat when a gloved hand
was clamped over my mouth, and a calm male voice told me to be quiet, and do
what he said. For a moment I thought the
bastard had come home to cause trouble, but it wasn’t his voice, and I could
feel a small disc against my back, so I nodded as he told me to take my scarf
off.
I did that,
and then he removed his hand – and told me to use the scarf to gag myself. Slowly, too afraid to do anything other than
obey, I opened my mouth and pulled the wool between my teeth, before I saw his
gloved hands take the scarf and pull it tight, forcing the corners of my mouth
back before he wrapped it round my head, between my lips again, and then
secured the ends together at the base of my neck.
IT tasted
strange, the wool on my tongue, before he reached round and unfastened my
jacket, pulling it down my sleeves and hanging it on a hook as he uncovered my
black v-necked top. He then gently
pulled my arms behind me, and I felt him cross my wrists, before some thin cord
was used to bind them firmly together. I
could feel it around and between my arms, and he knew what he was doing – as he
reached round and stroked his gloved hands down my arms, making me shiver as I
mumbled into the wool which was drying out my mouth.
He then
walked me through to my front room, my eyes opening wide as I saw the coils of
rope laid out. He must have been waiting
for me to come in...
I heard him
whisper into my ear to sit on the couch, and I finally got a good look at
him. Tall, greying hair, well built –
and he knew what he was doing, as he knelt down and crossed my ankles before he
tied them together, the rope squeaking as it rubbed against the patent leather
of my boots.
I’m not the
world’s thinnest woman, but as he looked at me, I could see a look in his eyes
that seemed to say it didn’t matter to him, as he took more rope and tied my
legs together below my knees, the band sitting on top of my boots. As he did this, his hands stroked down my
legs, making me shiver again as he cinched the binding.
He then
stroked down my arms again, as I felt his lips on my neck – and I started to
whimper, terrified of what he was going to do.
He whispered into my ear, told me not to worry, he wasn’t going to rape
me, but he was going to make me feel wanted and loved.
I had no idea
how he was going to do that, as he took another length of rope, ad tied it
round my waist, locking my wrists to my back before he eased my jumper up, and
then took it over my head, dropping it down my arms and exposing my black bra.
I had never
felt hopeless – and then he produced more rope, and wrapped it round my body,
pulling my arms into my sides as it sat under my chest, and then went round,
tighter with each pass, above and below my breasts, until they were both framed
and forced out.
But that
wasn’t all he did – he then took another length of rope and tied it behind me,
then under one arm, up and round my back, and then under my other arm, as the
bands pressed on my chest, rubbed on my breasts, and made me feel – tingly, if
the truth be told.
That feeling
only increased as he started to use his hands on me, gently massaging my chest
while his lips kissed my neck and shoulders.
The bastard had not done this for years – in any way – but somehow the
fact I could not stop him made it feel so different, as his hands gently groped
me, making my chest firm, making me hot, making me – feel desired, as he had
said he would do.
He then
slipped the straps of my bra down my arm, and exposed my breasts, but he continued
to massage them as he kissed me. I was
barely aware of the darkening centre of my scarf, or the fact he was now
pinching my firm nipples – all I knew was the growing warmth in my body, the
feeling that I wanted him to continue, as he laid me down on the couch and
looked at me, his eyes sparkling and then he leaned down, his lips enclosing
one nipple as he...
The shock
that ran through me was amazing as he sucked on each of my nipples, his tongue
running over them as I squirmed round, the leather squeaking more and
more. He looked up and me, and continued
to kiss me there, as his hand slipped between my thighs and I felt him touch
me...
I had no idea
now what I was doing, as he continued to kiss my breasts, to suck and enjoy, at
the same time his hand gently stroking me there, and then I watched through
misty eyes as he pulled my leggings down, revealing my bare crotch.
As his lips
touched me there, I felt myself open up, involuntarily allowing him to do what
I feared – but he didn’t. Not in that
way. Instead he used his lips and
tongue, entering me with that and sending me into screams and moves of pleasure
as he kept going. He somehow knew just
where to touch me, to kiss me, to lick me, to...
I had no idea
how he did it, but he sent me tumbling over the edge as my eyes opened wide and
I screamed into the soaking wet wool, shaking as I came more than I had ever
done with HIM. And he kept going,
kissing, licking, taking me down as gently as he had taken me to the edge....
I looked up
as he stood up, and mumbled something like thank you as he stroke my head, and then
left me there. It was an hour later when
my neighbour came in and found me – red, but nor from crying. From exhaustion and exhilaration.
As I sit here, thinking it over, I got to thinking – who else out there would have met this man? Did he do the same to them? Did they feel the same way I did...
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