It Was
Acceptable in the Seventies
The Lovers
“Now, you’re
not going to cause me any trouble, are you?”
The two older women
slowly shook their heads as they raised heir hands in the air, looking at the
young man who was pointing a gun at them.
Esther was in her early forties, with long red hair, and was wearing a
white and purple floral print mini dress, while Coral was 39, the same shade of
long hair, wearing a purple mini dress with short sleeves and a deep square
neckline.
“No, we’ll do
whatever you say,” Coral whispered.
“Good – kneel
down, both of you, and put your hands behind your backs.”
They both knelt
down, the hems of the skirts of their dresses ricing up as the young man knelt
behind them, slipping off the stiletto heels both women were wearing before he
used lengths of white curtain cord to bind their wrists together behind their
backs.
“Well, I guess
we are at least together for this,” Coral whispered as she looked at Esther.
“Yeah – let’s
take some comfort in that,” Esther said as she looked into Coral’s eyes, and
then grunted as the rope was pulled between her arms.
“Right – sit
yourselves down on the floor.”
The two women
sat on the floor, their backs to the wall where Coral’s guitar was and the
large 20-inch television, watching their intruder as he unravelled a ling
length of rope, and then bound Esther’s ankles tightly together. He then took
the rope up and forced her legs together above her knees.
“Okay – now
what,” Esther said – and the answer acme, as he took the rope over and tied it
round Coral’s legs above her knees. The
two women looked at each other, as he said “I get the feeling you two really
want to be together, and I equally don’t want either of you running around and
getting in my way.”
“How
thoughtful,” Coral said, her eyebrow arched as he played the ropes down and bound
her ankles tightly together, then tied the end off. He then went back to a bag that was on the
table, and took out a wide roll of silver duct tape, smiling as he said “any
last words?”
“We can talk
later my love,” Esther said before he covered her mouth with several strips of
the tape. She closed her eyes as the
young man gagged Coral in the same way, and then looked at both of them.
“Good – stay
right there,” he said as he left the room, Coral looking to the phone table and
seeing the wire pulled out of the wall.
“Whttnhhh?”
Esther opened
her eyes and looked at her, before she said “Whhlehgghnnhwhr.”
“Thrrh,” Coral
said as she looked at Esther, wriggling her toes before she moved them and
stroked over Esther’s foot with her own.
Esther nodded, and then leaned over, both women closing their eyes as
they pressed their taped over lips together.
They rubbed
faces, slowly lying down before Esther nuzzled Coral’s chest, then let her
lover do the same as the intruder searched the rest of their home…
The Birthday
Meal
Anna opened the
door to her house and stood to one side as her twin sister Ella walked in. Both women had long permed dark brown hair,
Ella wearing a pale blue dress with a jacket style top and a wide knee length
skirt and white heels. Anna was wearing
a black velvet jacket over a dark red silk dress that hugged her body, and
black heels.
“That was an
amazing meal,” Anna said as she closed the door, “fancy a nightcap before you
head off?”
“Why not,” Ella
said as she walked into the front room and turned the light on, only to stop as
a male voice said “Ah – this is unfortunate?”
“Who said that”
Anna said as she joined her sister and saw the broad-shouldered man standing
there, dressed in black and with a domino mask over his eyes. “Who are you?”
“Me?” The man smiled as he said “I’m the man who is
robbing you. I’m also the man who must
ask you not to raise the alarm – do as I say, nobody gets hurt.”
“You would not
dare?”
“Want to
try? Please, both of you, walk over here
and kneel down in front of the couch, hands behind your back.”
Both women
stared at him, before they knelt in front of the grey couch, the cushions
covered in a cream and grey tartan fabric.
Looking to the sides, Ella saw the duffel bag as he walked over and drew
two lengths of rope out, before kneeling behind them. Ella looked over her shoulder as he crossed
her wrists and forced them together, the thin cord rubbing on her bare wrists
as she looked at her sister.
“I hope I don’t
regret that extra glass of wine,” she whispered as she felt the man tie the
ropes off, and then heard Anan gasp as she said “well, I won’t tell if you
don’t.”
“Fair enough,”
Ella said as she then felt the rope pull her arms into her sides as the burglar
wound it round her upper body, and then tied it off. She looked at Anna as her arms were secured
as well, and then they were made to sit on the couch.
“I need to make
sure you two stay right here,” the man said as he bound Anna’s ankles together,
and her legs below her knees, before doing the same to Ella. Both women then grunted as he pressed white
medical tape over their mouths, and said “right – thank you for everything
ladies, stay safe.”
“Fhnnhee,” Ella
said as he picked up the bag and left, then looked at Anna before they both
slipped off the couch and turned themselves, probing with their fingers to try
and get free…
Night Night
“Please – put
something on so that I can tie you up and take your valuables.”
Ruth looked at
the young man in her bedroom, holding her towel round herself before she said
“all right – turn round.”
“Of course,” he
said through the stocking that was covering his head as he turned, Ruth shaking
her head as she dried herself off, then put on a long purple nightgown. It was sleeveless, and had a deep neckline
that hugged her breasts.
“Thank you – at
least you allowed me to do that. Now
what?”
“Sit on the
bed,” the man said as he turned round, and picked up some rope from the holdall
he had, “and I will tie your wrists
together behind your back.” Ruth nodded,
intrigued by the discovery and the situation as she sat on the coverlet on
herbed, and turned slightly as the young man sat behind her.
“I am sorry I
have to do this to so beautiful and mature a woman,” he said as he guided
Ruth’s wrists behind her back, and she felt the rope bringing them together.
“Flatterer…”
“I speak the
truth,” the man said as he tied the ropes off, and then passed more rope around
Ruth, pulling her arms against her sides as the neatly arranged bands sat under
her chest.
“You’re not
going to take advantage of me are you?”
“Would you like
me to?”
Ruth shook her
head as he pulled the ropes tighter and secured the ends. “I thought not – please, sit on the bed with
your legs bent slightly.”
“Well, since
you asked so nicely…” Ruth turned
herself round and put her feet flat on the bed, looking at the purple nail
varnish on her toes as he took more rope and tied it round her legs above her
knees, gathering the skirt of her nightdress as he did so.
She then
watched as he wound the rope down her legs, securing them together just below her
knees and round her calves, and then round her ankles as the hem of her nightdress
flared out under the tight bands. Twisting
her legs from side to side, she nodded as she said “Well, I am not getting off
this bed – at least I can still talk.”
“Ah.”
“Ah? What do yhhmhnnehhh,” Ruth said as the
intruder pulled a folded purple and black scarf over her mouth, muffling any
noises she made as he secured the ends at the base of her neck.
As he walked over
and began to search her drawers, Ruth glared at him – while at the same time, wondering
why she was also feeling so excited at what he had done…
Sisters
I was still a
recent full-time burglar, I guess, when I broke into the apartment off Dollis
Hill and started to place the items of jewellery into my bag. I really had no idea what or who the residents
were like – but I found out when they walked in.
Two sisters –
probably early twenties or late teens, dressed in the style of dress that
suggested young professional assistants.
One of them was wearing a grey sleeveless dress with a diamond pattern
printed on it, buttoned up the front like a waistcoat, the skirt coming to just
below her knees.
Her sister was
slightly taller, and was wearing a minidress with a patterned skirt, short
sleeves and front, as well as a faux grey waistcoat. Both girls had long chestnut brown hair – and
shocked expressions as I told the taller girl to sit on a brown seat, her hands
on her head, and then her sister to lie face down on the couch.
I had brought
with me two lengths of rope and a large roll of silver duct tape – tape I used
to tape her wrists together in the small of her back, then fed one of the
lengths of rope under her stomach and used it to secure her taped wrists to her
back.
Rolling her
over, she watched as I taped her ankles together, as well as her legs above her
knees – and then pressed strips down over her mouth to keep her nice and
quiet. She pushed herself up against the
back of the couch as I made her sister stand up, and taped her wrists together
behind her back before using the second length of rope to make sure they stayed
against her back.
I then made her
lie on her back next to her sister, her shoulders against the arm of the chair as
her sister rested her head at the back.
Both of them watched as I taped her ankles and legs in the same way as
her sister, and then taped over her mouth a swell.
“Stay right
there, I’m sure help will come soon,” I said as they watched me collect the
things I had found, and then left them to spend some quiet time together…
Rosemary’s
Binding
I did look a
bit like Mia Farrow the day this happened – thin, short haircut – and I was
wearing a tight black jumper and a floral mini skirt. Being taken by surprise, and the edge of the
blade against my throat, meant I was going to do exactly what I was told by the
person who surprised me.
They told me to
sit down on the floor and put my hands behind my back, and I was expecting some
thin cord or a couple of turns – it’s not like I had not been in this situation
before. So when whoever this was kept winding
rope round my wrists, and I felt the weight of the bands pulling my hands down,
I knew this time was going to be different.
I then felt the
rope going round my shoulders, wound tightly as if it was a noose that ran down
from between my shoulder blades to my back – by the time hey had finished, my arms
and wrists were locked into place.
It was the
strangest feeling – and then I heard the ripping sound, and the tug on the skin
at my cheek before they wound the packing tape tightly round my head, covering my
mouth and stopping me making any more noise that a low mumble.
I could only
watch as the person in question walked round – imagine my surprise when I saw
it was a young woman, dressed in tight fitting black clothing – as she took
along, a very long length of rope and wound it round and between my ankle,
securing them tightly together. More rope
then went up from the top of that binding to just below my knees, so they were
almost fused together.
What I had no
idea of was why she had done this to me – until she smiled and walked behind
me, her gloved hands pressing on my chest as she whispered into my ear what she
was planning to do to me, with me, for me…
Awakening
Emily grunted
as the thing white rope forced her wrists together, the two masked men frog marching
her mother out of the drawing room as a fourth man pointed a gun at her. They had walked in as they were having dinner
– six of them, two had gone off with her father, two with her mother, and now
as she felt rope going round her arms at her elbows and forcing them closer together,
two with her.
“You’re hurting
me,” she said as the ropes were tied off.
She was in her early twenties, red brown hair cut at her neckline,
wearing a light brown dress that came halfway down to her knees.
“Tough, kid,”
the rough voice said behind her as she saw the white rope again, passed round her
body, forcing her upper arms against her sides as her chest was forced up and
out, the dress stretching over her breasts as the ropes were pulled tighter.
“What…. What are you going to do to me,” Emily
whispered as she felt the tension on her arms and chest. She could hear other noises as well, her
mother saying something and then only muffled sounds.
“Mum?”
Emily then
squealed as she felt the gloved hands stroke her chest, the thin rope passed
under the top band of rope and then separated as it was taken over her
shoulders and down her back. The man
then walked in front of her and pulled the rope between her legs, hiking the
skirt of her dress up as it rubbed on her panties, and then taken between the
bands of rope as they pressed more firmly on her chest. She stifled a gasp at how it mad her feel,
before the rope was wrapped round itself and then tied off.
“Sit down kid,”
the armed man said as Emily was pushed into an old wooden chair, watching as
her ankles were put together and secured with more rope, which was then taken
round her white stilettos. She could not
move her feet apart, but as the man then secured her legs she twisted in the
chair, felt the ropes rubbing on her everywhere, and gasped out.
“I see the lesson
has begun.”
“What… What less…
what lesson,” Emily whispered as the man stood up, the rope between her legs
again as she stopped moving – then moaned into the gloved hand covering her
mouth as the other hand squeezed her chest.
Emily twisted to try and get free – and then felt the ropes rubbing on
her between her legs, felt a dampness there – and moaned softly as she felt her
breasts firming up.
“Gag her.”
Emily felt the
sticking plaster as it was pressed down over her mouth, and then both hands
massaging her chest, closing her eyes as she submitted to what her body was
saying…
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