Movie Name: Baharam Badsha
Language: Bangla
Scene: 2 OTM of same lady
Actress: Unknown actress
File Size: 65 MB
Movie Description:
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Movie Name: Baharam Badsha
Language: Bangla
Scene: 2 OTM of same lady
Actress: Unknown actress
File Size: 65 MB
Movie Description:
(story continues from I Married a Sex Slave)
Part 2: Domestic Bliss
It was Saturday morning, several months after my wife Connie had made
her startling sexual confession to me – in which she wanted to be my
sex slave in addition to being my spouse. In the intervening time, she
had shown me what was necessary for me to be her Master. I had learned
how to place her in bondage; discipline her (for offenses real and
imagined); use her sexually (I was still a little leery of anal sex –
but she seemed to enjoy it); and always find new ways of keeping her
sexually stimulated.
Seated in the den, I was finishing off the NY Times, which was spread
over the coffee table. Under the paper was a riding crop, which I could
use on Connie at any time.
While I was reading the paper and drinking coffee (which Connie had
served) Connie was doing the housework. Previously (that is,
pre-slavery) she would do housework in a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans.
Now she was wearing her Maid’s outfit, complete with collar and bondage
bracelets on her wrists and ankles. Since wearing five-inch high heels
can be a precarious situation on carpet, she only wore two-inch heels
while doing housework. I didn’t want her breaking an ankle for the sake
of a scene. The skyscraper heels could wait for either the bedroom or
the playroom – when we were doing a scene. Lastly, I had buckled a dildo
harness around her waist and across her thighs – Connie was therefore
constantly sexually flushed and excited from the shaft within her wet
sex.
Watching Connie at work, sometimes shuddering from an orgasm, I remembered a comment from my father, of all things.
They had gotten divorced when I was a teenager, and I bounced from
one parent to another. But I never asked the reason for the divorce.
Finally, the day before my wedding, Dad took me aside and offered, “Sam, would you like to know why your Mom and I divorced?”
“Ah – yes,” I answered, surprised by my father’s sudden openness.
“Son, you’re getting married, and that’s the most wonderful thing
that a man can do. But there’s one thing that you have to always
remember – you have to be attentive to your wife.”
“Yes,” I replied, for lack of anything else to say.
“Sam, I thought that I was doing a man’s job by going out and earning
a living. I worked long hours for the company, took on every tough
assignment, traveled whenever and wherever they needed me. What did that
get me? My wife became a stranger to me – and a divorce. Son, remember
this – you have always got to be attentive to your wife’s needs – else
just like a man – they will look elsewhere for companionship and sex.”
“Thanks Dad,” I answered.
I wonder what my father would think of me now. My wife in chains,
subject to my every command, and her skin striped from the crop and my
whip. Well, at least Dad couldn’t say that I wasn’t attending to her
needs.
Just what is a normal guy supposed to do if his wife wants to be a slave?
Ding, Dong! Ding, Dong!
“It’s the doorbell, Connie, I’ll get it,” I shouted over the hum of the vacuum cleaner.
Rising from the couch I walked over to the front door, and through
the vertical blinds I saw that her sister’s car was in the driveway.
“Its Sarah,” I said aloud.
“She wasn’t supposed to come over until later!” said Connie, “how am I going to explain this?”
“Here’s the keys to all of your locks – undress in the bedroom and
make yourself normal again,” I said, pressing the key chain into her
hand.
“Yes, Master!” answered Connie as she sped off into the bedroom to change.
Ding, Dong! Ding, Dong!
I raced over to the front door, and opened it to admit Sarah,
Connie’s older sister. Sarah and Connie may have been sisters, but they
were two completely different people. Connie was liberal, eager to try
new things. Sarah was conservative, and wholly unimaginative.
“Hi, Sarah,” I greeted her, helping her with some packages that she had brought over for Connie.
“Hi Sam,” she answered.
I helped her inside, and we placed the packages in the foyer. I took
her coat and hung it in the hall closet, and invited her into the house.
“I’m sorry to come over so early, but something suddenly came up and I
was in the area, so I thought I’d just drop off the stuff and be on my
way.”
“That’s fine,” I answered, “have a seat.”
Sarah seated herself in one of the den’s chairs, across from the couch.
“Connie is changing in the bedroom – she spilled something while cleaning up,” I excused my wife’s absence.
“So how are you two doing?” asked Sarah, “George and I haven’t seen too much of you lately.”
“Getting along just fine,” I answered.
The truth was that Connie and I found her sister and her husband both
to be deadly bores – to be kept at arms length. Else George would
chatter on about his job for what seemed like hours, and Sarah would
have to recite every little insignificant detail about her life to us. I
would sometimes call them bore and double bore – and Connie would agree
with me totally.
“Hi Sis!” greeted Connie as she joined us in the Den.
“Hello, Connie. Sorry to drop in unexpectedly but as I was saying to Sam, I was in the neighborhood.”
“That OK,” Connie answered as she seated herself on the couch next to me.
Connie had changed into a sports shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. Just a few moments ago, well….
“So when are you two lovebirds going to have some kids?” Sarah asked.
“Who knows?” I answered, “maybe someday.”
“Tell me, Connie,” Sarah began, “When did you start playing bondage games again?”
“What?” Connie replied, shocked, “How did you know?”
In the months since Connie had become a sex slave, we had met with
Sarah and her husband a few times, always at their house, and given no
hint about our changed marital roles.
“How did you know?” demanded Connie.
“There’s a riding crop peeking out from under the paper,” Sarah answered.
She reached over, and picked it up, flexing it between her hands.
“I thought that you had gotten over this – after that other guy died,
and you married Sam, who appeared to be normal. At least until now,”
she acidly commented.
“For your information, it was me who started doing bondage again,”
Connie answered, “and our sexuality is none of your business.”
“Just what I need, the excuses of a sex pervert,” Sarah answered.
“And what about your sexuality, Sis?” Connie enquired, “you just lay
in bed with your legs open and let George do all the work – it’s a
wonder that you both manage to stay awake during sex!”
“You’ve always been jealous of me sexually,” Sarah replied, “at least
I’m not a pervert who has to wear funny clothes and get tied up to get
my jollies.”
And I thought that it was only brothers who fought! There’s nothing
stranger than hearing two sisters fight it our over their sexuality.
“When was the last time that you had an orgasm, Sis? Maybe you need one of my vibrators to come!”
“Now that’s enough!” I said, stopping them both, “Sarah, what we do
in our own home is our business, not yours. It’s evident that you two
have issues that date far back. So lets calm down and relax – this isn’t
a men’s locker room.”
“Fine with me, I’m just leaving,” said Sarah as she rose from her chair, “I’ll let myself out and let you two perverts alone.”
Sarah walked angrily over to the closet, put on her coat, and left, slightly slamming the door behind her with a small bang.
“Grrrrr!” said Connie, “she just gets me so mad sometimes – her and her moral preaching.”
“I take it she didn’t like your past sexual activities?”
“One day she came to my apartment, and I had forgotten to put away
some of my bondage porn and toys – after that, she always called me a
pervert,” concluded Connie.
“Well, nothing’s going to change her mind,” I observed.
At that moment, the mail door opened and some letters fell onto the floor.
“Pity we don’t have Thing to get the mail,” I said, rising from my seat.
“Thing?”
“Addams Family,” I answered.
“Oh.”
“Look honey,” I said, returning from the foyer as I opened a brown
envelope, “our tax refund check for $500! Bush said that this will
stimulate the economy.”
“Yeah, and produce big deficits later!” Connie answered.
“What shall we do?” I asked, “save it or spend it?”
“Actually, Master, I have a few additional toys in mind that we could purchase to improve our sex play.”
“Okay,” I answered, “what do you have in mind?”
“Back in a minute, Master,” said Connie.
“I got these off the net from a sex shop in NYC – these things will
really enhance our sex play,” Connie opened a manila folder and produced
some photographs.
“This is an armbinder, once I’m in this, I’m totally helpless,” said
Connie, “and this is a ball-gag trainer, note the chin straps and those
over the head. We don’t have any leg irons, and there is nothing like
the feeling of being hobbled.”
“Anything else?” I asked.
“Have you ever been to an S&M shop, Master?” Connie asked.
“No, though I passed one in NYC once. Didn’t go in.”
“Just the smell of all that leather, latex, and PVC is enough to make
me come from all the memories of the good times that I had,” said
Connie.
“Did you like being a slave that much?” I asked.
“Oh yes,” she answered, “there was nothing better than a good scene
the night before – even if I had trouble sitting down on a sore bottom
for a few days.”
“Yes,” I answered.
Like my father said to me earlier, you have to be attentive to your
wife’s needs. Unfortunately, there was nothing in my experience to cover
my situation.
* * * * *
“What is your safeword?” I asked.
It was Midnight, and we were down in the Playroom. Connie was naked,
and spread-eagled between the two ceiling columns. All she wore was a
collar, her bondage bracelets, and a pair of five-inch heels. Like I
said before – we reserve those for scenes only.
“Bondage Slut!” Connie answered.
“Kiss the flogger!” I ordered.
Connie kissed the flogger’s handle, and I was hot inside my leather
vest, pants and boots. Why is it that fetish clothes looked so good on
women, but left men looking like bikers?
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“Ah!” Connie cried as she tensed against her bonds.
“There is no escape, slave,” I told Connie menacingly, with a hint of melodrama in my voice.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
I observed the way that Connie’s breasts would bounce after every
impact of the flogger, which was composed of several strands of suede.
It would leave broad red marks, but not break the skin.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“Ah!!”
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
I kept up a steady rhythm of strokes with the flogger, making sure
not to strike in the same area twice. I would first deliver a series of
strokes on Connie’s breasts and belly, then her thighs and legs. Next,
circling around to her back, I would strike her bottom.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The only illumination was a lamp turned down low, with a red cloth
covering it, making the room a dull red, we imagined it to be wooden
torches in a dungeon somewhere.
“Ah!”
I reached between Connie’s legs to her sex, and found that it was
sopping wet. Without saying anything else, I then thrust my wet fingers
between her lips.
“Lick off your juices, you wanton slut,” I told her.
“Thank you Master!” Connie gasped, panting from her flogging.
I then made her kiss the flogger, and released her. I forced Connie
to her knees, and opened my pants, releasing a monster erection.
“Suck your Master’s cock,” I ordered, “Or the flogging will continue!”
Connie enfolded her mouth around my rock hard erection, sucking
greedily to bring me to climax. Just for effect, I ran the strands of
the flogger over her back in order to stimulate her.
She sucked at my cock like a vacuum cleaner, and it didn’t take long
(given that I pretty ready for a climax just from flogging her) for my
cock to start pulsing come into Connie’s mouth. I watched as Connie
swallowed it all. She had made a big deal out of the idea that a slave
can be used by her Master in any way, in any of her “holes.” So she
never protested – even when she sucked my cock, or infrequently fucked
her up the ass.
“That was very good slave,” I told her, “now I’m going to take you on the rug – so open your legs and raise your bottom!”
“Yes, Master!” Connie instantly obeyed my orders.
I took off my boots, vest, and finally the hot leather pants. Nude, I fucked her on the floor, right there on the carpet.
Just another average weekend in my house.
* * * * *
We entered the Fetish Shop in NYC Sunday, the next day. Rather than
take the train (my idea) Connie suggested that we drive in and park the
car in a garage. So here we were in NYC – shopping for “toys.”
After getting buzzed inside, the first thing that struck me was the
aroma of the place. It reminded me of a tire shop, where I used to work
in the summer during College.
“This is really great!” said Connie.
“Can I help you with something?” asked the female clerk behind the counter.
“We’ll look around,” Connie answered.
For the past several months, I had been watching Connie’s bondage
videotape collection, and we had even bought a few new titles by mail
order. That, plus the books I had read, and finally my searching online
had prepared me for my first visit to an S&M shop. Looking at all
the various items of dress (leather, latex, PVC); bondage devices; and
punishment items (riding crops, paddles, and whips) I had a pretty good
idea of what to expect behind the blacked out windows and electrically
operated front door.
Still, it was a quiet shock to realize that this stuff was actually
used on people on the receiving end. Picking up a paddle and striking it
against my hand, I realized that I could buy this little toy and have
Connie over my knee that night, reddening her bottom. The weird fact was
that she would enjoy it – and I was getting to enjoy it – and that was
the hardest thing to reconcile.
“Master, what do you think of this?” asked Connie, holding up a set of leg irons.
“Fine, dear,” I answered, “that was on the list, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, Master.”
I suppose that anywhere else but here (or in a S&M club – we
hadn’t gone that far just yet) it would be socially acceptable for me to
be called Master in public. Suddenly I remembered the early episodes of
“I Dream of Jeannie” (the first season was in B&W) where Tony had
to keep Jeannie from calling him “Master” in public.
The next hour proved to be one of the strangest shopping experiences
in my life. It was one thing to see bondage devices in films or printed
out in catalogs – quite another to see them on display. This wasn’t like
shopping at Macy’s!
For an hour my wife and I discussed the merits of handcuffs, leg
shackles, penis gags, armbinders, and various other toys. Finally, the
salesgirl was able to ring up the sale, and I certainly had obeyed the
President’s suggestion to spend our tax rebate to stimulate the economy.
We had purchased a leather armbinder; paddle; riding crop; leg
shackles; a butt plug; a leather blindfold; gleaming stainless steel
handcuffs (two pairs, one with a few more links between the cuffs –
Connie said they were for using above her elbows); a rubber bra and two
rubber panties (one with rubber dildo); and a couple of new videotapes.
“Well,” I said holding the bag on the way out, “I suppose that the
economy won’t be the only thing that gets stimulated by our purchases.”
“Huh?” asked Connie.
“Inside joke.”
“Connie is that you?” asked a woman just entering the shop.
“Barbara – Barbara!” said Connie as she rushed over and gave the woman a big hug, kissing her on the lips.
“Connie, how great to see you again! Where have you been?” she asked.
“Out of the scene for awhile, let me introduce you to my husband, Sam.”
“Hello,” I said cautiously.
“Husband – you got married.”
“Yes, after my Master got killed in a car crash – Sam here swept me
off my feet, and I got all normal – until recently, that is.”
“Where are you two off to?” asked Barbara.
“Home, we drove into the city,” I answered.
“I can put off shopping for a few hours, why don’t we have lunch at
the diner around the corner? That way Connie and I can catch up on old
times,” suggested Barbara.
“Sure,” I answered.
* * * * *
The three of us were seated at a booth together. I had ordered a burger, Connie a salad, and Barbara a grilled cheese.
“Do you remember the time,” Barbara began, “when we came in here that
night you were wearing that rubber blouse, and it caught on a coat hook
and ripped all the way off?”
“But the best part was that I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath!” laughed Connie.
“When did this happen?” I asked.
“One night we came here for a late dinner after we went to the Cell
Door; a club a few blocks downtown. In the evenings this place is well
known to the leather crowd; and during the day they have munches for the
newbies who want to get into the scene.”
“Oh,” I answered.
“So you’re happily married, Connie,” observed Barbara.
“Yes, how about you and Doug?”
“We’ve done very well together, we now have a weekend house in
Rockland County. It’s just so big! Doug put in a wonderful playroom
downstairs, complete with jail cells! And we also have a set of stocks,
and a rack too! Why don’t you two come up to our place for a long
weekend – I’m sure that we could have some great fun.”
“Could we, Sam?” Connie asked.
“Sure, why not,” I answered, “It would be nice to meet others in the scene.”
“So where did you two meet?” Barbara asked.
“In a bar,” Connie replied, “I decided to go out alone for a drink,
and Sam introduced himself, and then we started dating, and marriage
soon followed.”
“That’s wonderful! I remembered how broken up you were after losing your Master – are you into the scene?”
“I wasn’t before I met Connie,” I answered, “but now I’m learning.”
“That’s wonderful!” Barbara replied.
* * * * *
“Well that was certainly an interesting experience,” I said as we exited the Queens-Midtown Tunnel onto the LIE.
“Shopping or meeting Barbara?” Connie asked.
“Both.”
“Did you have a nice time?”
“Yes. Tell me, just how well do you know Barbara?”
“Her Master Doug and my Master were the best of friends, and Barbara
and I were friends as well. For a punishment sometimes I’d be given over
to Doug and Barbara. They would whip me to a frenzy, then make me
service them sexually.”
“Oh,” I answered.
Meaning that my wife had been not just a slave, but also a sexual plaything for others.
“And sometimes it would be reversed – we would take Barbara for a
weekend, and it would be my turn. I would crop her bottom till she
couldn’t sit down, then fuck her with a dildo.”
“That’s pretty interesting,” I answered, “certainly much more exciting than just ordinary wife swapping.”
“Of course,” Connie replied.
“Would you really like to see them for a weekend?” I asked.
“I’d love to – Barbara and I were such good friends, and she was just so good in bed!”
“Did you have a good time today?”
“I certainly did – I just can’t wait for you to use those new toys on me.”
The drive back to our house on Long Island was perfectly normal.
Somehow I kept having this dream that a cop would pull us over, and
wonder just what that bag of stuff was in the trunk. Instead, we made it
back without incident. Even the Sunday traffic was less than usual.
Back home, Connie opened the bag and placed all our purchases on the
coffee table in the den. She looked like a child at Christmas opening
gifts, the look of expectation on her face was truly remarkable.
“Would you like to lock me in handcuffs, Master Sam?” Connie asked,
“you’ll just love the sound when the ratchets click, making me
helpless.”
Connie offered me the handcuffs, and obliged by turning round and
placing her hands behind her back. I picked up the gleaming stainless
steel handcuffs, pushed one side through the other as a test, then
locked the cuff on Connie’s right wrist, followed by her left. Connie
then proceeded to pull without effect on the cuffs, showing how the
steel held her implacably.
Connie had worn a white blouse and a short skirt, the easier to
remove to try fetish clothing on. On her feet were a pair of modest
heels.
I grabbed the leg irons, and locked one cuff around one ankle, then the next.
Connie was now totally at my mercy.
“Satisfied, slave?” I asked her.
“Yes….Master,” she answered cautiously.
I opened the buttons of her blouse, and placed my hand down her bra. Connie’s nipples were as usual hard and erect.
“Slut!”
“Yes, Master,” Connie, answered, “I’m a bondage slut.”
I held up the armbinder – from what I saw in the films, this was quite an interesting little device.
“Does this turn you on?” I taunted her.
“Yes, Sir!”
“I’ll bet that you’re wet between your legs!”
“Yes, Master.”
“Well in that case,” I told her, “you deserve a spanking!”
I pulled Connie over my knee, and the sound of the metal links in her
chains was quite a turn-on. Helpless, I removed her skirt and pulled
her panties down. Connie’s pink bottom was just inviting me to give her a
spanking!
Whack! Whack! Whack!
I began by spanking Connie lightly, just barely reddening her bottom.
It’s a good idea to start slowly, and build up for stronger strokes
later. Besides, it makes the scene last longer.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Most men, I thought, would probably be watching one sport or another
on TV for a Sunday afternoon. I instead had my wife in cold steel, and
was spanking her bottom.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
I picked up a dildo that had been left on the coffee table, and
inserted it into Connie’s wet slit. I pushed it in as far as it could
go.
“Hold that inside you, slut! Or there will be a worse punishment later!”
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Kiss the paddle,” I ordered Connie, and she obliged.
I than switched from using my hand to spank her and progressed onto the paddle.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Beep! Beep!
At that moment, the cordless phone on the coffee table started to buzz.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Is this Sam?” asked a woman on the other end.
“Yes.”
“This is Joan, one of Connie’s co-workers. Is she there? I’d like to
ask if she could take me to work tomorrow – my car is in the shop.”
I unlocked Connie’s handcuffs and sat her back on the couch, and handed her the phone.
“It’s for you,” I told her.
* * * * *
That night, I watched as Connie fell asleep next to me, and the rise of her chest as she softly snored.
Joan’s call had interrupted the mood – that was the problem with
doing a scene during the day. You never knew if the phone or doorbell
would ring. And it would be a little hard to explain having Connie in
chains to someone not in the scene.
‘Well Dad,’ I said to myself, “I guess I’m attending to my wife’s needs.”
The End – Connie and Sam will be returning in:
Part 3 “The Masked Intruder”
Part 3 “The Masked Intruder”
Attn: Readers please feel free to send e-mail to the author. I do want to hear from you!
It was a
Saturday night, and the two ladies were in the living room with their bondage
equipment, discussing what scenario that they should use for the evening.
“Mum.” Becca said as she sat on the couch in her t-shirt and jeans “Maybe we
should spend the night in the nude and chairtied, just as we did once before.
This time though, we should both be wearing clamps which are tied to the
vibrators with a piece of string, so that when the vibrators activate, our
nipples are tormented as well.”
“That
might be just a bit too much for all night long.” Beth said, sitting down on a
chair in black slacks and a white blouse. “I think that just wearing the clamps
will be torment enough for both of us. Anyway, why don’t you get us both a
drink, while I work everything out for tonight’s fun.”
Becca
rose from the couch, left the living room and made her way down the corridor to
the kitchen. That’s odd, I’m sure that the kitchen door had been left open.
She slowly opened the door, and noticed that the opposite window was open. Mum,
have you been leaving the windows open again? Closing the door behind her,
she started to walk towards the window when a gloved hand forcefully covered
her mouth, and someone’s left arm was wrapped around her arms and chest. You
must have come in through the window and hid behind the door!
“Be still
and quiet.” the female voice whispered in her ear “It will be far easier if you
obey my instructions. Do you understand?”
The girl
nodded, the intruder pulled her hand away from her mouth, the young lady’s
wrists were gripped as her arms were pulled behind her back, and it was at this
point that Becca tried to call for help. She tried to, but the tape that sealed
her lips prevented any sound from escaping her mouth. You must have had the
strip of tape in your hand when you placed it over my mouth. I can’t even call
to mum for help. Her feeling of confusion stopped when she felt the
pressure of cold steel against her wrists, and the ratchet noise confirmed that
her hands were cuffed together behind her back.
“Place
your ankles together, and don’t try anything, unless you want me to punish
you.” The intruder said.
I should
have struggled to get free instead of calling for help, but I’m captured now,
so I have no other choice. The captive girl placed her ankles together, and
the sound of a zipping noise followed by the pressure on her ankles, told her
that her legs had been zip tied together.
“We are
going to the living room. Hop slowly, and don’t make any noise. It would be
regrettable if I had to do something drastic.” The captive girl and the
intruder slowly made their way out of the kitchen, down the hallway, and into
the living room...
“What’s
taking you so long Becca? I could have brought them back myself by now.” Beth
said as she went through the items that were in front of the sofa, but her head
turned around as she heard the sound of the living room door opening. “Becca,
there you-. Oh My God!”
Becca was
standing in the doorway, a strip of black duct tape was covering her lower
mouth, and a black zip tie bound her ankles together. Behind her daughter was
an individual dressed in black trainers, slacks, sweater, and a black woollen
hood covering everything but the eyes.
“What
have you done to my daughter? Have you hurt her?” Beth shouted as her eyes
widened in horror.
Your
daughter is not harmed.” The woman said. “All I have done to her is bind and
gag her.” The intruder looked down at the equipment on the floor and said
“Well, that looks very interesting. It seems that have interrupted something.”
Looking back at Beth, the woman in black said “It seems that your daughter or
you are no strangers to being bound and gagged, and given some of the other
items, it would appear that your evenings are delightfully kinky.”
“If you
do anything to hurt Becca, I’ll-“ Beth threatened.
“The only
way that your daughter, will be hurt is if you refuse to obey my instructions.
The first one is, what is your name.” The intruder said.
“My name
is Beth. Why did you ask?” she said.
“If I’m
giving instructions, and there’s more than one person, I need to speak to the
right person.” The stranger said as she threw a pair of handcuffs and a zip tie
onto the couch. “Beth, pick up one of the ball-gags, and gag yourself tightly
with it.”
Beth bent
over and picked up a large gag with a rubber ball in the centre, and she
inserted the ball into her mouth before taking the straps around her face and
buckling them tightly at the back of her neck.
“Sit on
the couch and zip your ankles together in the crossed position.” Beth sat down,
crossed her legs at the ankles, wrapped the plastic item around her ankles,
threaded it and pulled it tight, binding her ankles together. “The last
instruction you need to follow is to put your hands behind your back and cuff
your wrists together.” Becca’s mother picked up the cuffs and closed one of the
ends tightly around her right wrist, before taking her hands behind her back
and ratcheting the other end shut around her left wrist.
I’m
completely helpless now, but at least you are a female intruder which means
that we will be safer, as I would be far more afraid if you were a male. Plus,
you seem to be very professional in your actions. The captive woman watched as her
daughter was forced to shuffle towards a chair and was made to sit down.
“Is your
name Becca?” The intruder asked.
The bound
girl nodded. “Well Becca, if you and your mother behave, I can promise you that
everything will be all right.” The stranger stood up and removed her hood
revealing a mass of straight black hair. “My name is Raven. It isn’t my real
name, but you can think of me like that. I’m sorry for the intimidation, but
that part works easier. However, I cannot tell you the reason for my visit, at
least not for the moment.”
Raven sat
down on the sofa to the left of the bound woman. “Beth, my first task is to
restrain you properly, and I also need to remove your clothes.” She said as she
started to unbutton the lady’s blouse.
At this,
the bound woman shook her head and protested at the actions of her captor, but
the woman continued until every button was undone. You’re going to strip me
naked, why? What’s going on here? The intruder turned the woman to the
right on the couch, so that it would be easier to pull the captive’s blouse
down her arms to her wrists. “Now for your bra.” The clasp at the front of
Beth’s bra was unhooked and the item of underwear was slid down the captive’s
back as well. I’m topless, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
“I’m glad
that you have plenty of items here. It means that I don’t have to return to my
car.” The bound woman’s arms were pulled together so that her elbows touched,
and rope was wrapped six times around her arms just below the elbows, with four
loops between her arms which were pulled tight in a cinch, and the ends were tied
together firmly. “That should hold your arms in place.” The handcuffs were
removed from the captive’s wrists, the clothes were slid down over her hands,
and another length of rope bound and cinched the lady’s wrists, which prevented
any chance of escape.
“I am
going to secure you upper body still further.” Raven said as she picked up two
long coils of rope, and the first was used the wrap around the bound woman’s
chest and arms, above and below her breasts which forced her arms into place.
“Your breasts look very pretty when they are defined like this.” The second
rope was wrapped around Beth’s waist and lower arms and tied off firmly, and
the captive knew that her arms were pressed against her back.
“Now for
your slacks.” This comment caused the captive to struggle and squirm, but this
proved to be useless as Raven unbuttoned the top and gently slid her slacks
down to her ankles. This was soon followed by her panties, and the lady blushed
profusely as she was now naked in front of her captor. The nude woman’s legs
were bound together tightly at her mid thighs, and above and below her knees.
The zip tie around her ankles was cut, her slacks and panties were pulled off
her and her footwear was removed.
Beth’s
ankles were placed together and securely tied with more rope, which left her
helplessly bound in the nude on the couch, and unable to anything but watch as
Raven walked over to her daughter.
“You two
are almost like two peas in a pod, so I think that you should both have the
same level of clothing. Stand up, Becca.” The girl stood up, but she was a
little unsteady on her feet owing to the fact that she was bound, and she
offered no resistance as her t-shirt was taken over her head and down her arms
to her wrists. The elbows of the captive were pulled together so that they
touched, and a length of rope bound and cinched them together tightly. The
handcuffs were unlocked, the t-shirt was pulled down and the wrists were soon
bound and cinched with another length of rope.
The young
lady’s upper arms were tightly tied to her chest, as a long piece of rope was
wound around her chest and arms at the elbows, and her lower arms were securely
bound to her waist with more cord. “Now to finish undressing you.” Raven said
as she unbuttoned the captive’s jeans before pulling them along with her
panties down to her ankles.
“Sit with
your bottom on the edge of the chair.” The bound young lady did so, and her
legs were bound together below and above the knees, and at the mid thigh. The
zip tie was cut and removed by the intruder who took off the captive’s jeans
and panties, and a last length of cord bound the girl’s legs together at the
ankles. The intruder picked up another ball-gag from the floor, removed the
tape gag and said “Open wide.” The opened her mouth, the ball was inserted
between her teeth, and the straps were buckled tightly together at the back of
her neck.
“You
didn’t seem to want to fight against me as I stripped you, Becca.” Raven said,
and the girl blushed at the comments of her captor.
“Have you
been tied up naked before?” At this, the bound young lady blushed even more.
“You have, haven’t you?” The captive nodded as her cheeks turned crimson. Raven
turned and looked at the girl’s mother. “I wonder who could have done that.”
It was
Beth’s turn to blush deeply as the intruder walked over to her. “You’re her mum
and you tied her up in the nude?” There was the slightest of nods from the
older captive in response to the question. “And has your daughter tied you up
naked as well?” Again there was a little nod.
The
intruder walked back to where Becca was sitting, and the girl was made to stand
on the right on the chair as her captor sat down. A squeal was emitted from the
girl’s gagged mouth as the woman took hold of the captive who suddenly found
herself bent over Raven’s lap.
“I think
that a little punishment is in order.” The intruder said as she brought her
right hand down against the girl’s bottom in a loud smack.
You’re
spanking me! The girl
writhed and squirmed in the intruder’s grip, but any attempt to escape was
futile, and she cried out five more times as her posterior was punished. They
only stung, why didn’t you hit me harder? The spanks halted and the girl
moaned as her bottom was gently smoothed. That feels so enjoyable after what
you just did to me. After a few minutes, the girl received six more smacks
but they didn’t seem to be as painful as before, and the smoothing felt even
better.
At the
third set of six spanks, Becca pressed herself against her captor’s lap in
order to maximise the effect of the blows on her bottom, and the caress
afterward was wonderful. However, the captive on the settee was shaking her
head and protesting through her gag as she saw the punishment of her daughter,
whose bottom was already going red. “Would you prefer it if I punished you
instead?” The intruder asked.
If it
stops you from hurting my daughter, then yes. The nude woman on her couch nodded her head,
hoping that her daughter would be spared from any further spankings. The
intruder stood up and put the girl back in the chair before walking over to the
mother and sitting on her left. The captive yelped as she was grabbed and
forced to lie across her captor’s lap, and she screamed as a hard stinging blow
landed on her derriere. Five more smacks impacted on her cheeks but the captive
noticed that something was strange. They stung, but they could have been
even harder. You are going easy on me. The caresses of the captive’s bottom
felt pleasurable as her cheeks were stinging from her spanking, and she writhed
gently on her captor’s lap.
Another
six spanks landed on Beth’s bottom, but it seemed to be enjoyable, especially
as it was followed by another caress of her posterior, and she also pressed her
body against her captor’s lap for the next six blows.
“I think that
both of you ladies have been punished enough for tying each other up in the
nude.” Raven said as she put Beth back into a sitting position on the couch,
before helping the young captive stand up and making her hop to the couch on
her mother’s left.
The bound
girl was made to sit down, and the intruder picked up four short pieces of rope
which he used to bind the two captives together. The first piece was used to
tie the captives’ ankle bonds together, with one end tied to the young girl,
and the other end to her mother. The second bound the captives together at the
ropes just above the knees, the third at their waist ropes, and the fourth was
at the chest bonds.
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