New Year Cat
Well hello
there – allow me to offer you the compliments of the season, and wish you a
prosperous New Year. I’m shutting the
shop up for the day, but I think some tea is in order.
I was just
remembering some of my past Festive times – it’s normally a time for family of
course, but I don’t really have much of a family left these days. I spent this one in North London, sharing a
meal with a friend and her assistant, and then quietly at home. As you grow older, you learn to appreciate
quieter times more.
Now when I was
a younger man…
Let me give an
example – this would have been about 1975, and I was visiting a house in the
Pinner are of North West London. It had
been snowing, so I had taken extra care to cover my tracks when I entered
through the kitchen window – but the snow kept falling as I made my way round
the house.
So I didn’t
hear the footfall as one of the two occupants of the house came home, or
anything really until I heard the door close.
I was in one of the bedrooms at the time, so I picked up the bag I had
with the supplies I carried at the time and walked down the stairs.
The woman had
her back to me, wearing a wool skirt that came over her knees, made from
triangular panels of cream, blue, purple and coloured stripes. She also had a matching poncho on, with long
white tassels, and her dark hair in a bun held in place by a rope scrunchie. She also
was wearing knee length white leather boots, the snow clinging to the heels as
she looked in the mirror.
Or rather,
stared into the mirror as she saw me come up behind her, and telling her not to
scream organic. I would have to make
sure she could not raise the alarm, but I promised her she would be fine if she
did as I said.
It took her a
moment to process that, but she nodded her head as I asked her to put her hands
behind her back. As she did so, I took
from my bag a pre-cut length of cord, and tied her wrists together. I then guided her to the front room, helping
her to sit on a brown leather couch as I pulled the curtains over the windows.
Kneeling in
front of her, I kept talking as I tied her ankles together, making sure the
rope went between her legs and apologising if that upset her. That made her laugh, as she pointed out
(quite rightly) I was tying her up and robbing her, and was I apologising for
that as well?
Shaking my
head, I stood up, and was about to say something about keeping her quiet – when
the room door opened and her housemate walked in. She was wearing a red coat dress with long
sleeves, with her black hair in a bouffant hairstyle courtesy of a ton of
hairspray, and knee length black leather boots.
She looked at
her flatmate, and then at me, before she said something about how she supposed
she needed to be kept quiet and I was going to rob them. Well, never look a gift horse in the mouth,
as my mentor used to say. So I told her
to stand in front of her housemate, and they chatted while I crossed and bound
her wrists together behind her back, then waited as she sat down before I tied
her ankles together as well.
Walking behind
them, I apologised for needing them to be quiet, before I used two long strips
of white cloth as cleave gags, pulling them gently between their lips before
wrapping it round again and tying the ends of at the base of their necks. I even turned the television on, and let them
watch Top Of The Pops as I made my escape…
Thinking about
it, that winter, and especially the week over Christmas and New Year, was a
busy one for me, so let me tell you a couple more things that happened at that
time. A couple of days later, I was in
Brixton, and let myself into a ground floor flat there.
There were a
few nice items which I found, and pocketed, but before I could have a chance to
get out of the house a door opened, and two dark skinned women walked in. Both were in their early forties, the
slightly older one with red-brown hair in a bouffant, and wearing a dark grey
jacket and skirt, the jacket with the then popular leopard print cuffs and
collar as well as a pair of knee length black shiny leather boots. The younger one, who I assumed was her
sister, had on a pale pink checked jacket and mini skirt, with a pink jumper
under the jacket, and pink pumps. Her
hair was slightly darker, and cut short.
Well, as you
can imagine, they were not expecting to see a young white man in their flat –
or to hear me say I was sorry, but I had to tie them up so that I could take
their money. But somehow, they nodded
and said they understood, so I invited them to take a chair each from the table
in the room, and set them side by side in front of the television.
I then invited
the younger women to sit in the chair, and as I stood behind her I told her
sister to take a roll of packing tape I had with me, and tape her ankles to the
front legs of the chair. She did as I
asked - for which I was grateful -making sure she kept her sister calm by
talking to her as she did so.
I then invited
her to tape her wrists to the back of the chair, and she did this as well,
before handing me the roll of tape and sitting down herself in the chair next
to her. Now, tape on leather is tricky,
and I was a little regretful that her nice new boots were going to be ruined,
but really I had no choice – so I secured her ankles to the front legs of the
chair, as well as her legs, and then her wrists to the back of the chair,
before I turned them so they were sitting back to back and taped them together
round their stomachs.
Finally, strips
of tape over their mouths at least muffled them a little, before I made my apologies
and beat a managed retreat from the building…
That was a time
when fashion had all sorts of - interesting ideas, including the idea of
crocheted clothes. It was just after New
Year that time when I met a woman who was a prime example of both things.
I was walking
down the high street in Wimbledon when I saw this mature woman, probably in her
early fifties, with shoulder length grey blonde hair. She had a bonnet on her head, and wore a long
sleeved white jumper, with a rope belt round her waist, and brown leather short
boots. But it was her skirt – brown and
made of wool in the same style as her beret.
What attracted
my attention just as much was the gold jewellery she was wearing, as well as
the brooch on her chest, so I followed at a discrete distance as she made her
way into a semi-detached house. I
allowed myself a few minutes, and then went to the back of the house, forced
the rear window open, and climbed in.
I could hear
her moving about upstairs, so I lifted the scarf I had on up to cover my face,
and made my way up -to find her coming out of a bedroom. She stared at me, and I apologised for the
fact I was going to have to tie her up and take her money.
Which was when
I heard the muffled sound from the bedroom.
Raising an eyebrow, I told her to put her hands on her head and walk
back in – which got a muffled gasp of surprise
as I walked in.
A Japanese lady
was lying on her side on the bed, wearing a black leather waistcoat over a long
sleeved white blouse, black leather hot pants, and knee length laced leather
boots. She stared up at me, her lips
closed over a rolled up black scarf that was tied round her head and in her mouth,
as she struggled on her side.
Her wrists were
crossed and tied together behind her back with ropes, and her arms held to her sides
with two bands above and below her chest.
Her legs were secured at her ankles and below her knees, and her ankles
bent back and secured to her chest ropes with a length of cord.
IT was obvious
I had – interrupted their playtime, so I apologised again, before I removed the
rope belt from the first woman and used it to secure her wrists together behind
her back, then tied it round her waist to keep them there.
There was a canvas
bag on the floor, with more ropes, so I availed myself of the opportunity and
took a longer length, saying although I was going to rob her, there was no
reason why she should not have some quality time with her friend. I secured her arms to her sides, framing her
chest as her jumper was stretched over it, and getting some admiring moans from
her friend, before I cinched the bands under her arms.
As she sat
down, I helped her friend to shuffle over to the far side of the bed, and then
knelt down as I bound her ankles together – adding to the sound of leather
rubbing against leather – and then her legs below her knees, before I rolled up
a white scarf and used that as a cleave gag on her.
She mumbled something
like thank you as she lay looking at her friend, and I tied her ankles to the
chest ropes, before starting to search through the room. As I glanced over from time to time, I could
see them kissing each other, as her friend’s blouse opened as a result of the
struggles.
Not my problem
at the time however – as I left them to keep each other company…
It is strange
what we saw in my line of work in those days, when so much that is now open was
still hidden away. and yet, it’s the
sweetest moment that still come more frequently back to mind.
It was later in
January that year when I managed to get into a flat in the North of England,
with a view to having a look round and seeing what I could find. What I found was a young woman in her early
twenties, with short red-brown hair, sitting in the front room reading a
book. I walked quietly in, and surprised
her with a gloved hand gag as I told her not to struggle, and to do as I said.
Well, she tried
to pull my hand away, but I was stronger, and eventually she stopped and
nodded. Taking my had away, I asked her
to stand up and turn round. She was a nice
looking young lady, wearing a white shawl over a pop art mini dress, and knee
length white leather boots.
I happened to
glance down at the book as she stood there, and saw it was one of those
historical romances – the kind where the innocent maiden faces mortal peril
until she is rescued. Looking at her, I
asked if she enjoyed that sort of thing, and she slowly nodded.
I then asked if
there was a knight in her life, and although she shook her head she blushed, so
I asked fi there was someone she wanted to be the
knight. She nodded at that, and told me
about a guy she was a friend of – but she wanted to be more, and was too shy to
say anything.
She then asked
if I was going to rob her, and I said I was – but, if she was interested, it
could be turned to her advantage. She
asked how, and I said we should go upstairs – and also asked if she had any
tape in the house as well as some scarves.
Thirty minutes
later, I tightened the last knot and looked at her as she lay on the bed. Her arms were stretched out above her head,
and held to the headboard by two long white scarves, while her ankles and legs were
secured with two black ones, and cinched with two smaller red silk squares.
I asked how far
away this boy lived as I put the last of her jewellery into my bag, and she
said about an hour’s drive away.
Nodding, I picked up the telephone and dialled the number she gave me,
then held the handset to her head as she said she was at home, and thought she
had heard something. Would he come round
please?
She looked at
me and nodded as I put the receiver down, and then pulled the phone away from
the wall, leaving it on a chair before I covered her mouth with a strip of
sticking plaster. She nodded to confirm
she would be all right, as I made my getaway, leaving the front door slightly
open…
Well, onwards
and upwards, as they say – more tea?
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