In My Room
It is important
for a man to have a hobby, something to occupy his time while Callaghan and
Healey seem determined to drive the world into a permanent state of
depression. Some of my friends have a
trains et in their attic, complete with scenery and imaginary towns. Others have their woodwork or their model
planes.
Me – I have my
cellar, my man den, and I like to make sure those who call to see me are
comfortable and entertained down there.
Take just now, for example – I have just taken two lovely women who
knocked on my door to spend some time down there, and they were more than happy
to do so.
They had called
to discuss if I believed in a life after death, and what would happen when I
die. Well, I always enjoy a
philosophical discussion, so I invited them to come in and sit down while I
made some coffee. They were most happy
to do so, much to my personal pleasure.
Both were
brunettes, with their hair pulled back from their foreheads and held in
pigtails. The first introduced herself
as Sheila – she has on a pale peach dress, with long sleeves, the cuffs
fastened round her wrists, and pleated skirt that came over her knees. The dress had a light brown fern pattern, and
she wore a thin brown leather belt round her waist, and a ribbon as a bow at
her neck. Her baggy leather boots were
of the same shade of brown.
The other young
lady said her name was Barbara, but to call her Barb. She wore a similar style of dress, in terms
of the fern pattern, but hers was a light shade of olive, with a high collar
and a bow tie scarf, and a straight skirt.
She had a dark olive leather belt wrapped round her waist and tied off,
the ends hanging down the front, and white leather boots.
Anyway – they
sat down, and I made my way to the kitchen, returning with a tray on which were
three mugs of coffee, biscuits on a plate, sugar and milk. I set the tray down on the low coffee table,
took a seat opposite, and we started to talk.
It was a
fascinating discussion, but as we talked I became aware they were parroting a
well-rehearsed line, so I asked if they were open to a chance to express
themselves. Now, they talked it over
with me a little more, but I can be very persuasive, so I asked if they would
do a little experiment with me, on the subject of free will.
They both
agreed, so I went and fetched a holdall I keep for various purposes, and asked
them to decided who was going to be the person the experiment would be done on
first, and who would do the experiment.
Sheila volunteered to be the first, so I asked if she trusted Barb to do
anything for her.
When she
nodded, I produced from the holdall a length of white rope, and asked if she
would be willing to let her friend tie her wrists together behind her
back. They looked at each other, as I
wondered if they were going to leave, but then Sheila nodded and turned her back
to her friend, putting her hands behind her back.
Barb looked at
me, and I showed her how to double the rope and use it to secure Sheila’s
wrists together. As she did so, I asked
Sheila how she felt, and she said she was curious, and possibly a little
excited.
Barb made sure
to take the rope between her wrists as well, and tied the ends off out of the
reach of Sheila’s long fingers. She
asked Sheila how she was, and her friend said she was fine, she trusted her.
I asked Barb if
there was something she wanted to do next – she had a look in her eyes I had
seen before – and she nodded as she asked for another length of rope. I passed it to her, and watched as Sheila’s
arms were brought together at her elbows, the other woman letting out a soft
gasp as Barb secured them.
For my part, I
was looking at Sheila as she looked at the way her chest was forced out, her
dress stretching over her breasts, and wriggled round. I asked her how she was feeling, and she
merely said she wasn’t sure…
She then sat
round and looked at Barb, and said she had to try this as well. Barb then looked at me, and said she trusted
I was not going to take advantage of the situation.
I said I would
not do anything either woman said no to, so she nodded, and a few minutes later
I had her wrists and elbows secured together behind her back as well, Barb
laughing as she sat talking to Sheila, and asking how they could have their
drinks.
Well, their
coffee had cooled, so I went and fetched two straws, and held their cups so
they could take a drink as we talked. It
was a little while later when Sheila asked what it would be like if they could
not talk…
I asked if she
wanted to try, and she looked at Barb before nodding – which was when I took
from the bag a roll of brown sticking plaster, and asked Barb to tear a strip
off. Sheila smiled, and then sat still
as Barb pressed the fabric over her lips, smoothing it into place so that she
was unable to do more than mumble.
Barb had a very
strange look in her eyes at this point, as she handed me the plaster roll back,
and asked Sheila if she should have the same thing done to her. Sheila nodded, so I had the honour of gagging
Barb, as they both tried to talk.
Which was when
I made my offer – I said if they wanted, I had a place they could both spend
some time, really knowing how it would be to be totally free and unable to do
anything about it. But only if they
wanted to.
I was both
surprised and pleased when they nodded, so I escorted them to the hallway,
through a door and then down to my den.
I asked them to sit in an old leather couch I had, the two women looking
at each other as I fetched more ropes from a box at the side, and started to
bind their ankles tightly together.
Th sound of the
rope rubbing on the leather, as well as their boots on each other as their
ankles were secured, seemed to amuse them, and as I asked if they wanted their
legs further secured they both nodded. I
carefully – carefully – folded their skirts up so that their modesty was
preserved, and then secured their legs together below their knees with more
rope, before folding their skirts back.
As I did this,
they were looking at each other, and something seemed to be passing between
them. I asked if they were all right,
and when both nodded I offered to do one more thing to make them even more free
and helpless at the same time. They
agreed – which is why, a few minutes later, their arms were secured to their
sides, the bands of rope sitting above and below their chests, their breasts
forced even more up and out.
Now, before you
say anything, if I had asked if the wanted to stop, and they said they did, I
would have – but instead, there they were, side by side, looking at each other
as they assessed their situation.
Which meant it
was time for the killer question – but they surprised me as Barb gently turned
and pressed her tape covered lips on Sheila’s.
I could see her eyes shoot open, and then they slowly closed as she
returned the kiss…
As I said, I
left them down there – and I had to, because the door bell had started
ringing. I presumed they would be able
to amuse themselves as I went back up, and answered the door.
A rather
attractive woman was standing there, wearing a red beret with her hair up under
it, a light fawn blouson jacket over a darker brown round necked jumper, a
divided skirt – you may not have heard of that design, but essentially it was
like a pair of culottes with a front panel – in the same shade of fawn as the
jacket, and dark brown cowboy style boots.
I recognised
her – Chloe, my next door neighbour, who apologised profusely as she said she
had locked herself out, and could I stay there until her housemate came back?
Well, how could
a gentleman refuse a request from a damsel in distress? I invited her in, and when she saw the coffee
cups she apologised profusely, and the handbags on the floor, saying she was
interrupting something.
I assured her,
she was fine – my guests were amusing themselves elsewhere. But then she asked what they were doing – and
I was not really in a position to lie, so I told her. They were in my cellar, getting to know each
other and yet unable to express their feelings completely.
Chloe looked at
me, her head tilted to one side, and then she asked how I had managed
that. I picked one of the leaflets
Sheila had in her bag up and showed it to her, Chloe laughing as she said I may
have found a way to finally shut up the ‘doorstep apologetics’.
I laughed, and
asked what she would do in a similar situation.
Shaking her head, she said she would never have answered the door – and
why would they not say what I had done?
Well, I offered
to show her, but I also said if she was going to join them, she had to be like
them. Chloe has, shall we say, spent
some time in my den before, so she nodded and then whispered in my ear what she
wanted to happen.
I started as
she asked – by tying a doubled over length of rope around her waist, and then
letting the ends drop to the floor in front of her, before I crossed her wrists
behind her back and secured them tightly together with the white rope. I then wrapped a longer length around her
upper body, securing her arms to her sides, taking the rope above and below and
then cinching the bands by taking the rope under one arm, up and around the
back of her neck, and then under the other arm before ting it off – and then
reaching between her legs, pulling the rope up as it hiked the skirt as well,
and hearing her soft moans as I secured the ends to her wrists.
I had done this
for Chloe before, and she thanked me as she wriggled round. I then picked up the roll of sticking plaster
– but before I covered her mouth, she opened wide and let me put the folded
scarf in, and then tape her red lips over.
Why the
cloth? I knew what she liked – and she
also liked as I unzipped her jacket, and started to massage her chest from
behind, smiling as she moved against me and pulled the rope between her legs to
and fro…
Not that she
was complaining – and she did like this – but when the doorbell rang she sighed
and looked at me. I put my finger to my
lips, and went to see who was there.
She was a
redhead, wearing a brick red one piece outfit with short sleeves, culottes and
a thin belt round the waist, a candy-striped blouse underneath, and tan
coloured leather boots with a cork heel.
She also had a white hat perched on her hair – and smiled as she asked
if Chloe was in the house.
She heard the
muffled calls from my front room, and laughed if she asked if Chloe was playing
again. Tiffany was very familiar with
her housemate’s idea of fun, so I nodded and let her come in, watching as she
took her hat off and looked at the bound and gagged young woman.
She laughed as
she stroked her finger over Chloe’s breasts, and then kissed the side of her neck,
Chloe moaning as she did so – then she looked at me and said she wanted to play
with Chloe as well.
I mentioned I
had two guests downstairs – and then said if they wanted, I could take them
down to keep them both company. Tiffany
said that sounded like a good idea, and put her hands on her head while I tied
the rope round her waist…
Sheila and Barb
looked up from the couch as they heard our footsteps on the stairs, and blushed
as they saw Tiffany and Chloe walk in, their moans audible as the ropes rubbed
between their legs. I asked if they were
all right, and as they both nodded my latest guests knelt on the floor, before
I put two cushions down and helped them to lie with their heads resting there.
Going to fetch
more rope, I came back and crossed Tiffany’s ankles, securing them tightly
together as Chloe watched, and then securing her legs below the knees. I then bent her ankles back, and as my first
guests watched I tied them to the rope between her legs.
She moaned
softly as I repeated the process on Chloe, their chests rubbing on the carpeted
floor as they struggled, and then gently caressed their bottoms as they tried to
move their ankles.
I heard Sheila
mumble something, and looking up I saw her rubbing her cheek on Barb’s chest,
making her partner moan with deep pleasure.
Walking behind them, I reached round and started to caress her chest, m
new friend closing her eyes and moaning as I did so. Barb watched as she put her head back, and I
untied the bow at Sheila’s neck, opening the front of her dress slightly and continuing
the gentle massage.
But I did not
want her to feel left out – so I moved over and started to massage her chest as
well, both women moving and squirming as their leather boots squeaked – a true
thing for all four of them, as they began to realise the true freedom they had…
The tune was a
deep one, the bass line been laid down by the sound of leather and rope
rubbing, then the moans of all four women adding to the melody, and occasional
high notes as they managed to feel something completely different, something
exciting…
And, yes, I
admit it, I was getting excited as well – but unfortunately, the doorbell went,
and I had to go and see who had arrived this time.
This time, it
was a woman in her mid thirties – short dark brown hair, wearing a dusky pink
wool jacket with elasticated cuffs and a matching long pleated skirt, a red
jumper under the jacket, and red leather boots.
She introduced herself as Niamh, and said she was looking for two of her
friends – Sheila and Barb?
Well, this
posed a little bit of a dilemma – especially when she heard four loud moans
coming from my den. At this point, I
felt honesty was the best policy, and I invited her to come and see the other
women – on the condition she accepted that whatever she saw, it was their
choice.
To say she was
shocked at what she saw was putting it politely – Sheila and Barb were gag
kissing each other, their dresses soaked with sweat, while Tiffany and Chloe
were shaking from their own exertions.
She looked at
me, and it was only then I realised I was wrong in one aspect – she was
shocked, yes, but she was not calling me every name under the sun. Instead, she walked round and looked at her
friends, and said she had wondered.
Both Sheila and
Barb nodded, looked at her, and then looked at me, so I asked if she wished to
join in the experience.
She nodded,
looking at me as I found some more rope and took her hands behind her back,
crossing her wrists before I secured them firmly together. I then wrapped enough rope around her upper
body to secure her arms firmly to her sides, and form two bands that moved on
her as I tightened them with shorter lengths under her armpits.
This forced her
jacket out to the sides, as Tiffany and Chloe looked up, while I helped her to sit
on the floor, and crossed her ankles before I tied them together as well. I then folded her skirt back, hearing her
giggles as my hangs stroked her legs while I secured them together below her
knees, making sure all the bindings were appropriately cinched.
She squirmed
round, laughing with the others as they twisted round as well, the call of
leather louder than before…
Niamh then
asked when she was going to be kept quiet, so I pressed some stocking plaster
over her mouth as well, not realising that Sheila and Barb had slipped off the
couch and were shuffling over. So, when
I stepped back, I watched as they went either side of their friend, and started
to gag kiss her chest, rubbing their faces on them as she closed her eyes and
silently moaned as well…
I needed to
distract myself, so I spent some time with Tiffany and Chloe now, gently
pulling their crotch ropes back and forth to help them to get excited again while
Niamh wriggled round, her nipples hardening under the jumper and two small damp
patches appearing.
It was sheer
bliss, and I helped them and they helped each other to a new level of
pleasure. At the same time, I was
getting excited as well – and Sheila noticed, because she tried calling out to
me when Tiffany and Chloe screamed into their gags to come over.
When I did so,
Barb sat with Niamh and watched as she looked at me, and then rubbed her mouth
on my crotch. I asked if she was asking to
do what I thought she was, and she nodded as I pulled the zip down, and she
pressed her gagged mouth on my very erect cock.
I groaned at that – and she looked at me, her eyes pleading.
Well, I had a
choice – so I peeled the tape away as gently as I could, and then moaned more
as she put her lips over the end of my cock, kissing it gently before she
pulled back, and then kept going, drawing it into her mouth as I started to
throb in response to her ministrations…
This seemed to
excite the other four as well as the moved round, but my attention was on what
Sheila was doing, and how much I wanted her to continue. As I groaned, I looked at the others, and said
I would help them later…
It was an hour
later when I left the room, having been satisfied by Barb and Niamh as
well. I left them all hogtied on the
floor, trying to help each toher, while I went to cool off – and then cook
dinner for all five of them.
Of course, they
will eat it tied to the dining room chairs, and after that – well, we shall
see…
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