- A bit of background on me other then the fact I love bondage either tying someone up or myself. I have found out at times I can tie myself better than others can which is a drag, but also even when tying myself no matter how hard I try I can at times escape my own hands too easily or too soon. This is not the case for the last tie I had tried. I own a home remodeling company and do work for many people and few if any knew my perverted tastes. For this particular job the home owner was out of state for the summer and would not be home anytime soon and I was the only one with the key to the house. I had placed a lock box on the door as real estate agents do so that the key would not get lost while working on the house. This also served a useful purpose for a safety to get in and still have the door locked to others.
- I set it up where a woman I had known for a relatively short amount of time would come and check on me at a set time. She is a switch but I think she is more sub because when it comes to being a Domme she does not fair all too well and is inexperienced. Not to say there is an issue with that after all we all have to have a beginning.
My prep was to take a small plastic bottle of drinking water and put my key inside that. I used about 10 ounces of water in a 16oz bottle. Key was frozen at center of bottle with a few large metal washers on string. String was knotted to possibly help it stay in ice longer. In a similar bottle I took an identical non-working key and did the same. These bottles were hung at opposite ends on a ceiling fan at the ends of the blades. Oh and the fan was spinning on low speed. Now it was time to get to work and tie myself.
I took rope and tied my ankles to begin with wrapping the rope in one direction. I then took a pair of metal handcuffs and placed them in the center of a rope and used that rope to cinch ankles together so when tied cuffs would be at the back of my ankles. I then tied my legs above and below my knees. Next came the foam ear plugs followed by a butt plug. This was not easy getting in as I had no activity there in quite a long time. I then placed a leather belt around my waist to keep my arms close to my body. Belt was loose enough to slip them in but not any room where they could move once both under the belt. As well I had a very tight cock ring on that would prevent me from cumming.
Once I made sure everything was set I took some duct tape wrapped my ankles so I could not attempt to loosen my ankles and escape. I had already prepared a note for my safety saying if caught please make sure I suffer and take the rope tied from my head to my ankles and make it already tighter then it is - arching me even more. I left her a camera and strap on. Nice guy that I am you could say.
Last but not least I took my blindfold placed it on my eyes and then pulled on the full head harness gag. I thought the gag portion was too small and not filling enough so I wrapped it in black electrical tape over and over until it was large enough to make me strain. On my gag harness there are about 5 straps that go all over my head to make it tight. I had broken the locking mechanism in the past so I used zip ties to fix it thus making it unable to unbuckle. Three are set in place the last two I can adjust. However if you are not familiar with my gag you would wonder why the hell it won't unlock. With that on I took the rope from the top of it and tied it to my ankles then brought it back to the top out of reach from my hands.
I then simply placed hands under waist belts and had leather cuffs on each wrist and used the metal cuffs attach to my ankles to lock them on. I was now officially seriously hogtied. Every now and then I could feel water drip on my from the ice spinning above. With earplugs I thought it might be hard to know when it fell or where it fell. I quickly lost track of where I was in a 12 x 15 bedroom with no furniture.
Then I heard the key fall with a crash due to the washers, which was the whole purpose. I tried to remember where I heard them hit and work my way there. Moving was a bitch and a very slow process. I lost track very easily if I was moving straight or to the side. In no time at all I had no idea where the key had landed and no matter how hard I tried I knew I was not going to find the key. I laid in bondage struggling and suffering to no avail. Then the door opened. I was happy I would soon be let free.- She walked in and seen the note I had wrote but had quickly forgotten about. I tried to talk but the gag was more than effective. I tried like hell to push it out and speak but was beaten by the gag. She tried to understand what I said but could not and that made it very frustrating. Next thing I knew she was taking the rope on my head and pulling it tighter. SHIT! I forgot all about that and now it was the last thing I wanted. I tried to tell her no but it did not work. I found out later she had picked up my digital camera and taken a few snap shots of me.
After a while, I have no idea how long, she released me from my hogtie, but not from my gag or restraints. I was led down two flights of stairs and taken to the basement where I had set up some hooks in the ceiling and floor near a table. I was bent over the table and this is where she took me with the strap on. Unfortunately for me she did not use it long or even push me. I think the most painful part about it was when she just yanked the plug out of my ass. Other than that it was short lived and easy to tolerate. Maybe the next woman won't be so gentle. I was then released to clean up.
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Mrs.
Jacky Graham finally awakes from a prolonged period of utter oblivion
following a hard-fought but lost fight with the prostitute she was
observing for her client. Eyes blinking in the suddenly-strong light to
which she has become unaccustomed during her lengthy spell of
eyes-tight-shut forced insensibility, she tries to work out where she
is; when she is; and what has happened to her!
How long was she knocked out for? What time is it? Not clear. It’s dark still but for an artificial light. The soles of her feet feel cold and the awakening snoop realizes she is barefooted. Are her feet poking out of her duvet? Her head aches, dreadfully.
Jacky makes to stretch, to exercise muscles that have been unmoving for a long time. As she does so, she pulls up short, gagging and spluttering as something chokes her about the neck! Panicking, she tries to buck and twist to get out but only multiplies the choking sensation till she is coughing badly - and then she realizes her mouth is blocked - she's been gagged! Of course. She’s not at home. Not in bed. Memories begin to flow back to her. She had been sleuthing, late at night, in her body stocking and bare feet! Her eyes focus at last, upon the mesh covering her arms.
Mrs. Graham recognizes the taste and texture of a cloth cleave gag and it finally brings home to her that she is a captive of another. Then her senses tell her that she is laying upon her front, breasts squashed into the carpeted yet still-hard floor and she further detects that her legs are arched above her back! She can wiggle and flex her feet freely at the ankles - but little more! Jacky twists her head about hopefully, big frightened eyes peering into the dimly lit room, now once more accustomed to light.
Attempts to move her legs- or indeed her head - lead to a rapid repetition of her choking fit so that the tied-up ‘tec realizes that any significant movement of either will constrict her throat and that gentle, controlled movements are essential. Notwithstanding the recent self-throttling, Jacky’s rapidly reviving consciousness enables her to assess that she has been severely hogtied, in an unusual manner such that her ankles are secured by rope to a slip-noose around her neck! Jacky’s arms are in front of her, their wrists tied together; this appears to provide a degree of freedom, but in fact she needs to maintain herself upon her elbows to prevent her head and upper body from falling forward, pulling the rope to her ankles taut and strangling her.
Jacky assesses her own condition. Raticus! Her head hurts, not unsurprisingly given the manner in which she succumbed to her enemy, and so do her breasts, again unsurprisingly. She has sore welts around her wrists and ankles from the ropes- and further welts on her throat from the noose located there, which has crushed her windpipe somewhat, making her speech hoarse were she not already gagged. Her crotch aches too, though she can no longer determine what caused it. Her throat welt is oddest of all.
Further lateral struggling and twisting reveals she has been tied up - very uncomfortably- whilst she was still out for the count. But Mrs. Graham has regained her ability to reason. She's been hogtied before and knows from experience that the hogtied body is very unstable, usually falling to one side. Yet here, she came to laying on her front; not only this, but with only minor pain from the noose about her neck. Yet is she had fallen over to one side, even partially, her legs falling back to their usual place, she might well have strangled to death. Yet this didn't happen! Instead, Jacky came round with her arms placed to hold her head upright; and her experimentation with the balance of the rope stretched twixt ankles and throat has demonstrated to her that if she keeps still, the tautness of the rope is just right to hold her ankles and neck in equilibrium! This is too much of a coincidence. Crap.
It leads Jacky to the conclusion that her call-girl captor has engineered the beastly bondage to torment her, probably for interrogation. Had she wished to top her, kill her, she has had plenty of opportunity to do so whilst the Ayrshire Angel slept her forced sleep. That she has not done so, that she has engineered a bondage designed to perfectly hold her in this tense position and no more, suggests more forceful intentions, such as interrogation. The woman is not in the room at present- but is she watching from behind? Jacky can feels eyes looking upon her, her skin already crawling at the realization that the young tart had been playing around with her unconscious, noodle-limp body and limbs, her hands and fingers deftly handling and pawing her all over as she put together the fiendish hogtie and getting the tension of the ropes just right. How many times did the MILF’s mute, inert form drop to one side or the other like a sack of potatoes? That might explain the pains in her ribs!
Thinking positively however, the dauntless Dalry detective figures that there’s probably still time to get clear, get home and up in time to get breakfast for the kids! Her stricken head whirls with a wave of dizziness but Jacky fights the temptation to give in to it and pass out again. She tries to remember what happened to her. The last thing she remembers is the discordant tinkling crash of smashed ceramic on one side of her skull. Pain exploded- then black nothingness. Now, she is here, awake again. She recalls- that’s right- she was wrestling with a nude woman!
Finding herself suddenly jumped by her erstwhile target, the blonde body stocking barefoot bloodhound fought back courageously and not unskillfully, but her lithe and naked antagonist was half her age and after 10 minutes or more the sexy sleuth, caught in a non-carnal clinch, found her stamina running low before she was able to gain any definite advantage. Her younger, fitter opponent seemed to twist free as if covered in oil, forcing Jacky to try to scramble up after her; but too slowly! The prostitute had grabbed a vase on a table and in a single movement swept it against her head! The resounding crack delivered by the vase shattering onto the side of Mrs. Graham's skull, instantly finishing the fight with her knocked unconscious, has left the mystery solving MILF dazed and disoriented, but she can ascertain she is in the same room in which she was beaten and knocked out.
Now the sassy sleuth from Ayrshire knows that she has been tightly tied up during her period of deep unconsciousness; her body stocking has been unzipped; and she can only speculate upon what else may have been perpetrated upon her fallen, insensate flesh by the heinous hooker who had vanquished her in her lost fight.
"MMMMMMMPPPHHH!! MMMMMMPPPphhhHH!!"
The fastidious feminine forty something finds that she cannot enunciate; she has been gagged whilst her mouth lay slack and open in the grip of nothingness. But the tenacious 'tec realizes there is no answer. She is alone. Don't panic, Jacky old girl!
She must now look to escape. The perpetrator is not present for now, but Jacky is aware that the roping from her ankles to her delicate neck requires her to maintain a tense balance or face choking and possible strangulation!
Trying to release her ring blades to slice through her wrist binds, the Prestwick PI is devastated to discover that these have been removed from her fingers as she lay knocked out on the floor! Flexing her bare feet, the tall blonde considers ways to defeat her bonds, as her recently-bludgeoned brain begins to regain activity as slugged-senseless synapses reignite after their lengthy downtime.
Can Mrs. Graham escape? Will she return home by morning? Her family have no notion of the peril which has befallen the wife and mother!
Can Jacky return home in time to take the kids to school?
Or will she remain, a captive at the mercy of the Ayr-based prostitute who struck her down, defeating the determined detective and obtaining power over her flaccid form?
How long was she knocked out for? What time is it? Not clear. It’s dark still but for an artificial light. The soles of her feet feel cold and the awakening snoop realizes she is barefooted. Are her feet poking out of her duvet? Her head aches, dreadfully.
Jacky makes to stretch, to exercise muscles that have been unmoving for a long time. As she does so, she pulls up short, gagging and spluttering as something chokes her about the neck! Panicking, she tries to buck and twist to get out but only multiplies the choking sensation till she is coughing badly - and then she realizes her mouth is blocked - she's been gagged! Of course. She’s not at home. Not in bed. Memories begin to flow back to her. She had been sleuthing, late at night, in her body stocking and bare feet! Her eyes focus at last, upon the mesh covering her arms.
Mrs. Graham recognizes the taste and texture of a cloth cleave gag and it finally brings home to her that she is a captive of another. Then her senses tell her that she is laying upon her front, breasts squashed into the carpeted yet still-hard floor and she further detects that her legs are arched above her back! She can wiggle and flex her feet freely at the ankles - but little more! Jacky twists her head about hopefully, big frightened eyes peering into the dimly lit room, now once more accustomed to light.
Attempts to move her legs- or indeed her head - lead to a rapid repetition of her choking fit so that the tied-up ‘tec realizes that any significant movement of either will constrict her throat and that gentle, controlled movements are essential. Notwithstanding the recent self-throttling, Jacky’s rapidly reviving consciousness enables her to assess that she has been severely hogtied, in an unusual manner such that her ankles are secured by rope to a slip-noose around her neck! Jacky’s arms are in front of her, their wrists tied together; this appears to provide a degree of freedom, but in fact she needs to maintain herself upon her elbows to prevent her head and upper body from falling forward, pulling the rope to her ankles taut and strangling her.
Jacky assesses her own condition. Raticus! Her head hurts, not unsurprisingly given the manner in which she succumbed to her enemy, and so do her breasts, again unsurprisingly. She has sore welts around her wrists and ankles from the ropes- and further welts on her throat from the noose located there, which has crushed her windpipe somewhat, making her speech hoarse were she not already gagged. Her crotch aches too, though she can no longer determine what caused it. Her throat welt is oddest of all.
Further lateral struggling and twisting reveals she has been tied up - very uncomfortably- whilst she was still out for the count. But Mrs. Graham has regained her ability to reason. She's been hogtied before and knows from experience that the hogtied body is very unstable, usually falling to one side. Yet here, she came to laying on her front; not only this, but with only minor pain from the noose about her neck. Yet is she had fallen over to one side, even partially, her legs falling back to their usual place, she might well have strangled to death. Yet this didn't happen! Instead, Jacky came round with her arms placed to hold her head upright; and her experimentation with the balance of the rope stretched twixt ankles and throat has demonstrated to her that if she keeps still, the tautness of the rope is just right to hold her ankles and neck in equilibrium! This is too much of a coincidence. Crap.
It leads Jacky to the conclusion that her call-girl captor has engineered the beastly bondage to torment her, probably for interrogation. Had she wished to top her, kill her, she has had plenty of opportunity to do so whilst the Ayrshire Angel slept her forced sleep. That she has not done so, that she has engineered a bondage designed to perfectly hold her in this tense position and no more, suggests more forceful intentions, such as interrogation. The woman is not in the room at present- but is she watching from behind? Jacky can feels eyes looking upon her, her skin already crawling at the realization that the young tart had been playing around with her unconscious, noodle-limp body and limbs, her hands and fingers deftly handling and pawing her all over as she put together the fiendish hogtie and getting the tension of the ropes just right. How many times did the MILF’s mute, inert form drop to one side or the other like a sack of potatoes? That might explain the pains in her ribs!
Thinking positively however, the dauntless Dalry detective figures that there’s probably still time to get clear, get home and up in time to get breakfast for the kids! Her stricken head whirls with a wave of dizziness but Jacky fights the temptation to give in to it and pass out again. She tries to remember what happened to her. The last thing she remembers is the discordant tinkling crash of smashed ceramic on one side of her skull. Pain exploded- then black nothingness. Now, she is here, awake again. She recalls- that’s right- she was wrestling with a nude woman!
Finding herself suddenly jumped by her erstwhile target, the blonde body stocking barefoot bloodhound fought back courageously and not unskillfully, but her lithe and naked antagonist was half her age and after 10 minutes or more the sexy sleuth, caught in a non-carnal clinch, found her stamina running low before she was able to gain any definite advantage. Her younger, fitter opponent seemed to twist free as if covered in oil, forcing Jacky to try to scramble up after her; but too slowly! The prostitute had grabbed a vase on a table and in a single movement swept it against her head! The resounding crack delivered by the vase shattering onto the side of Mrs. Graham's skull, instantly finishing the fight with her knocked unconscious, has left the mystery solving MILF dazed and disoriented, but she can ascertain she is in the same room in which she was beaten and knocked out.
Now the sassy sleuth from Ayrshire knows that she has been tightly tied up during her period of deep unconsciousness; her body stocking has been unzipped; and she can only speculate upon what else may have been perpetrated upon her fallen, insensate flesh by the heinous hooker who had vanquished her in her lost fight.
"MMMMMMMPPPHHH!! MMMMMMPPPphhhHH!!"
The fastidious feminine forty something finds that she cannot enunciate; she has been gagged whilst her mouth lay slack and open in the grip of nothingness. But the tenacious 'tec realizes there is no answer. She is alone. Don't panic, Jacky old girl!
She must now look to escape. The perpetrator is not present for now, but Jacky is aware that the roping from her ankles to her delicate neck requires her to maintain a tense balance or face choking and possible strangulation!
Trying to release her ring blades to slice through her wrist binds, the Prestwick PI is devastated to discover that these have been removed from her fingers as she lay knocked out on the floor! Flexing her bare feet, the tall blonde considers ways to defeat her bonds, as her recently-bludgeoned brain begins to regain activity as slugged-senseless synapses reignite after their lengthy downtime.
Can Mrs. Graham escape? Will she return home by morning? Her family have no notion of the peril which has befallen the wife and mother!
Can Jacky return home in time to take the kids to school?
Or will she remain, a captive at the mercy of the Ayr-based prostitute who struck her down, defeating the determined detective and obtaining power over her flaccid form?
12:40 PM
Betty pleaded with Matron to stop the enema punishment.
‘Please, Matron, I’m going to burst!’
‘Nonsense, you silly girl. You can take a lot more of the cleansing fluid yet. And once we’re done, we’ll grease that naughty back passage and fit the plug. Then you’ll be bound and gagged and left for the rest of the afternoon to contemplate your sinful ways.’
But pretty, buxom Betty continued to moan and so Matron called Nurse Phillips away from her duties with another naughty, heavily bosomed beauty (who was already tightly secured in her pretty undies in the punishment seat and pleading desperately into her fat penis gag as the vibrators fitted to the seat buzzed away at full power inside her sex and arse).
‘Betty’s panties are on the toilet lid. Use them as a gag. Seal them in place with the surgical tape.’
The very beautiful Nurse Phillips smiled and performed a bob curtsey.
‘No, please….please!’ Betty begged, as the thick, creamy fluid continued to flow into her back passage and fill her tormented bowels.
Nurse Phillips stood nearly six feet tall in her demanding stiletto heeled courts shoes of shiny white leather. Her white uniform dress was very short and tight, revealing with the frilled edges of her panties and providing a detailed and arousing view of perfectly shaped legs sealed in sheer white nylon pantyhose. Her large bosom always seemed about to burst the buttons of the dress and a number of the girls had terrible crushes on her, including the very lovely Betty.
With a mincing feminine delicacy, Nurse Phillips, her sky blue eyes filled with cruel mischief, her strawberry blonde hair bound in a tight bun beneath a cute cap, picked up the pink, white poka-dotted panties from the top of the nearby toilet and then positioned herself so that she was facing away from Betty and the tormented young woman was staring directly at her large, shapely bottom.
Then, in an act of supremely cruel provocation, Nurse Phillips quite deliberately dropped the panties on the floor and, with her nyloned legs held tightly together, bent forward to pick them up. Betty watched, eyes wide with anguish and a terrible, helpless desire as the skirt of the white dress rose up over Nurse Phillips’ backside to reveal, outlined by sheer nylon and her own tight panties, the exquisite, plump orbs of her splendid buttocks.
‘OOhhhhh!’ Betty moaned, as the Matron pushed the rubber enema tube deeper into her tormented arsehole and as the lovely nurse wiggled her scented bottom cruelly only twelve or so inches from the sweat soaked face of the luscious teenage beauty.
Nurse Phillips then slowly drew to her high heeled feet, the still warm panties in hand, and turned to face a wickedly tormented Betty.
‘Please,’ poor Betty whimpered, ‘don’t gag me with those…not my panties!’
In response, Nurse Phillips very firmly grasped Betty’s nostrils and pressed them painfully together, forcing the prone beauty to gasp for breath and thus create an opportunity to stuff the panties – gusset first – deep into her mouth.
‘MMMppphhhhh!’ poor Betty protested, as Nurse Phillips took up the roll of thick, wide surgical tape and began – to Betty’s utter horror – winding the wide, sticky material over her mouth and around her head, thus sealing the panties very tightly in place.
‘Ok, good,’ Matron said. ‘I have just about finished here. Help me fit the plug, then we can tie her up.’
Betty continued to squeal and struggle as Nurse Phillips covered the tip of the plug in a layer of lubricating gel and then, smiling cruelly, Matron eased the enema tube from her pretty captive’s arsehole. And no sooner was the tube removed, than Nurse Phillips stepped forward, pulled Betty’s gorgeously plump buttock cheeks apart and forced the phallic head of the plug deep into her already tormented back passage.
‘MMMMMpppphhhhhhhh!’ the poor beauty squealed in a much higher register as the plug was secured with a wicked determination.
‘Now the ropes.’
Betty whimpered and shook her head in terror, clearly in some considerable discomfort, as Matron and Nurse Phillips began the process of placing the young beauty in tight, disciplining bondage, using thick white cording to lash her nylon sheathed ankles, thighs and thighs together with expert and cruel precision. Then her arms were secured behind her back, bound with equal, taut rigour at her wrists, elbows and shoulders.
As she was tied, the pressure on her strained, bloated bowel increased and tears of pain and fear began to pour from her pretty, honey brown eyes.
‘Imagine if we took the plug out now – it would be like a volcanic eruption!’
Matron’s sadistic joke induced a girlish giggle from the astonishing Nurse Phillips.
‘Now the hog-tie; then fit the punishment hood.’
Nurse Phillips obliged with a smile: taking up a further length of the strong, white rope, tying one end to the rope binding Betty’s black nylon sheathed ankles tightly together and then pulling up her legs by the ankles and securing the other end of the additional rope to the rope binding her crossed wrists, and thus pulling the unfortunate and very pretty creature into a demanding and painful hogtie that added to her general discomfort.
Once secured, the hogtie was tested by an obviously aroused Matron. Watching Nurse Phillips take up the black, latex rubber punishment hood, she gently stroked poor Betty’s ample, exposed buttocks and pressed teasingly on the head of the tightly fitted anal plug, inspiring more loud squeals of protest and outrage.
Poor Betty’s eyes widened with a deeper, darker terror as Nurse Phillips stepped forward with the hood: eyeless and mouthless, with just two small holes close together that were designed to fit over the wearer’s nostrils and provide air.
‘MMMMpppphhhhhh!’ Betty squealed, shaking her head furiously.
But resistance was utterly futile. Demonstrating considerable strength, Nurse Phillips grabbed Betty roughly by her hair and told her very firmly to hold still. Shocked by the pain of nearly having her lovely hair pulled out by its roots, poor Betty obeyed and the gorgeous, buxom nurse began to work the perverse, sinister hood over her head, ensuring an exact second skin fit that ensured she was much more effectively silenced, hardly able to hear and completely unable see.
‘Excellent!’ Matron exclaimed. ‘Now fit Jenny’s hood. Then we can retire to my room for the rest of the afternoon for a little….relaxation.
Jenny, a very buxom brunette, also stripped to her undies (yet also minus her panties) and already very tightly bound and penis gagged, sat upright in the “punishment chair”, a long legged stool whose seat was fitted with two long, thick vibrators that slipped neatly into the arse and cunt of any unfortunate who was positioned upon it. Panty-less and already tormented by the presence of the buzzing dark intruders, she had been positioned so that she was forced to observe her gorgeous, tethered body in the full length bathroom mirror. Yet, thanks to the hood, she too was soon lost in a soundless, voiceless darkness, her ample body assaulted by the steady, deeply arousing vibrations of the phallic intruders.
And this was how the two very naughty girls were left, helpless and tormented, and just as punishment for running down a corridor instead of demonstrating the mandatory ladies wiggle mince, left moaning and struggling while Matron and Nurse Phillips made an intense and quite exhausting love for more than two and a half hours.
(Story credit Christina Shelly)
10:54 AM
Movie Name: Baharam Badsha
Language: Bangla
Scene: 2 OTM of same lady
Actress: Unknown actress
File Size: 65 MB
Movie Description:
“You two
look as pretty as a picture. In fact this would make a very good picture.” The
ladies looked on in shock as the intruder took a cell phone out of her pocket,
and they struggled in their bonds as she raised it to take photographs of her
two captives. Picture after picture was taken as the girl and her mother
squealed into her gags, and their faces grew red from embarrassment at having
their situation recorded.
“This is
insurance, just in case you try to track me down.” Raven said as she put the
phone back in her pocket. “Besides, the two of you look wonderful in this
position. Anyway, I have a few things to sort out and then I’ll be back to
spend more time with you.” The intruder said as she left the room, leaving the
mother and daughter stuck together in their nude bondage.
Every
attempt to get free proved useless, so the pair of captives settled down to see
what would happen to them next, as their captor’s motives were unknown to them.
The mother looked at her helpless daughter. If she wants photographs for
insurance, it must mean that she is going to set us free at the end of it.
After
half an hour, the woman returned to the living room. “We’ve got some time
before the finale, so I’m just going to change your position.” The intruder
said as she untied the ropes that bound two captives side by side, so that they
were no longer connected to each other. The end of one of the ropes was knotted
off at the centre of Beth’s thigh bonds, a second at the front of her waist,
and the third at the front of her chest ropes.
Raven
took hold of the girl and placed her so that she was sitting on her mother’s
lap, facing to the left of the couch, and the rope that was attached to her
mother’s thighs was bound to the centre of her own thigh ropes. The trailing
waist rope was bound to her own, as was the rope attached to her mother’s
chest.
“How
cute, a daughter in bondage sitting on her mother’s lap. I think that there’s
something missing though.” The intruder took two pieces of string out of her
pocket, tied the end of one piece to the gag ring on the right side of Becca’s
face, and the end of the other piece to the gag ring on the left side of her
face. The left side string was bound the right side ring on Beth’s face, with
Becca’s right side ring tied to Beth’s left, causing the balls of their gags to
almost touch.
“That’s
even better, mummy nearly kissing her daughter. That’s good for even more
photographs.” The woman took more pictures of the captives, who hoped that
these images would never see the light of day. The phone was put away again,
and the woman watched as her captives struggled in their new position on the
couch.
After
another thirty minutes, Raven rose from her seat, “Would you two ladies like to
be placed in a different position?” She asked as she approached her captives.
Both of
the women nodded in unison as there was no other way, given that their mouths
were virtually tied together, and this was the first thing that Raven addressed
as she untied the string from the gags. The other three ropes that connected
the two women were untied, and the intruder helped Becca to stand up and then
sit down by the couch with it on her right side. Her mother was helped onto the
floor, with the couch on her left, and her back was pressed against her
daughter’s. A long piece of rope was taken around the chests of both captives,
locking their upper bodies together, and the girl’s ankles were tied to the
right of the couch, while her mother’s were bound to the left end.
A rope
was tied to the rope around Beth’s waist at the front, threaded between her
thighs and under her body, up between her daughter’s thighs and over the girl’s
waist rope. The rope was pulled tight and knotted off firmly, and the result
was that it pressed hard against the most intimate areas of the two captives.
As the mother squirmed in her bonds, the rope rubbed into her Mound of Venus
and her flower, and the soft moan from behind her suggested that the same was
happening to her daughter. You’ve crotch roped me! Given by the way Becca’s
moaning we’re both being caressed by the same crotch rope.
The
intruder knelt in front of the mother and said “Your soles look very tempting
right now. Maybe I should play with them for a while.”
No,
please don’t. I’ll struggle like crazy and you know what that will do to both
of us. OMG! That’s why you are going to do this to me, it will tease my
daughter as well. Nononono! Beth screamed with laughter as the soles of her
feet were raked by her captor’s fingernails, and it wasn’t long before she
struggled and writhed uncontrollably. Her universe was taken up by the torment
to her feet, and the only other things she noticed was the writhing of her
daughter and the growing feeling within her own intimacy.
It was
only when her tickling stopped that she was aware of the loud moaning that was
emitted from her daughter’s mouth. She looked on as Raven walked around to her
daughter’s feet, and she could feel Becca shaking her head as the girl begged
and pleaded.
It was the
girl’s turn to laugh uncontrollably and struggle frantically as her feet were
tickled, and the mother moaned and writhed as the rope continually caressed her
most intimate areas. If this goes on for too long, we’ll both be driven to
distraction. After several minutes had passed, it was the mother’s turn to
be tickled again, and it felt even more intense than the first time.
Both
captives suffered this torment several more and sometimes they found it almost
impossible to breathe as they were laughing so much. Eventually, Raven looked
at the clock, ended the final tickling session and stood up. “I think that it’s
time for you two to retire to bed for the night.” The mutual crotch rope that
had teased the captives was removed, their ankles were released from the couch,
and the rope that held them back to back was unwound.
The girl
was helped to stand up by the intruder, and then it was her mother’s turn to be
helped to her feet. “Hop to the bedroom ladies, and remember that any tardiness
will be rewarded with a very sore bottom.”
The
helpless ladies hopped out of the living room and slowly made their way up the
stairs, with their captor close behind them, just in case they decided to be
slow. It wasn’t long before they were at the top of the stairs, and hopping
their way to the bedroom.
“Becca,
you are to lie on your right side, on the left side of the bed. Beth, you are
to lie on your left side, on the right side of the bed. That should leave you
facing each other as you lie on the bed.” Raven said.
While the
girl and her mother positioned themselves on the bed, the intruder took two
ropes and put a series of knots into them close to one end, before walking to
the left side of the bed and waiting for her captives to lie down. Once the
girl was on her side, the intruder tied the end of the rope with the knots to
the front of the girl’s waist rope before threading the rope between her
thighs. The other rope was tied to the waist rope of her mother, and that cord
was taken between Beth’s thighs.
Both of
the bound ladies were rolled onto their fronts, and the long rope of each
captive was looped over the rope that bound their wrists together. The girl’s
legs were bent so that her heels pressed into her bottom, and the other end of
the rope was knotted off at her ankles. As her captor let go of her feet, the
combined hogtie and crotch rope bit into her most sensitive area as her ankles
moved, and Becca moaned as she was teased by every little movement that she
made.
It was
her mother’s turn to have her heels taken up to her wrists, and her crotch rope
was tied to her ankles. Before long, both women were sighing and writhing on
the bed as the rope tantalised their bodies.
“It’s not
finished yet, ladies.” Raven said as Becca was rolled back onto her left side,
and her mother onto her right, before they were both moved to the middle of the
bed so that their bodies touched each other. A small piece of rope was used to
tie the captives’ waist ropes together at their fronts which would prevent them
from moving away from each other.
“Just a
few things to put on you two helpless ladies.” Said the captor as she took a
pair of metallic items out of her pocket before she leaned over the captives,
they saw that each item was made up of a pair of nipple clamps that were connected
by a joint. The bound ladies cried out and shook their heads, but the girl
screamed out as a clamp was pressed down on her left nipple, followed by one
from her mother as the other clamp was attached to her right nipple. Beth’s
left nipple was cruelly pinched by the second item, and the other end was
clamped onto Becca’s right nipple.
The
mother looked up at the woman who had placed them in this situation.Is there
any way that you can make this worse for us? These crotch ropes are teasing us,
causing us to move, and when we do, these nipple clamps torment our breasts.
“Just one
more thing before I go back downstairs.” Raven said as she reached into a bag,
removed two metallic cylindrical vibrators, placing one between Beth’s crotch
rope and her Mound of Venus, and the other was put under her daughter’s crotch
rope. “These have very long life batteries and a variable setting, so they will
last until the morning as they are set to low.” The woman reached over, pressed
the buttons on the vibrators, and the captives felt the buzzing is it teased
their most sensitive area.
“That
should keep you going until the morning. I would say sweet dreams, but that is
not going to happen.” Raven said as she switched the light off before leaving
the room.
Becca and
Beth writhed in their bonds from the effects of the crotch ropes and the
vibrators, which lead to their nipples being tormented by the clamps. Their
moans of pleasure were punctuated with cries of pain, and this cycle seemed as
if it would never end. The mother tried to keep still, but the incessant
teasing of her intimacy made that impossible. I think that this is going to
be a long, long night…
The early
light of dawn was showing through the windows, and the two captives were as
teased and tormented as ever when Raven walked back into the room. “I take it
that you have had an interesting night?” She asked.
I don’t
think that interested is the word that I would use, unforgettable will be more
like it. The two vibrators were removed from the captives, a
pair of handcuffs were placed around Beth’s wrists, and the ropes around the
mother’s wrists and elbows were untied and removed. The mother felt some string
leading off from the handcuffs and she looked up at the woman who held them
captive.
“That’s
the keys to your handcuffs, and all you have to do is pull on the string to get
them. Once you have freed your hands, the rest should be easy. I will be gone
by then, so I have one more hurdle for you.” Raven said as she changed the
batteries in the vibrators. “I have set these to maximum, so you are going to
have a very interesting time trying to get free.”
The
vibrators were put back under the captives’ crotch ropes, and the woman took a
card out of the pocket before putting it on the bed. “Please read that before
you call anyone. It’s not a good idea to make a mistake right now. Have fun.”
With that, Raven pressed the buttons on the vibrators and left.
The
captives cried out as their centre of desire was sent into overdrive by the
devices, and it wasn’t going to be long before their fires reached their peak.
Beth was doing her best to pull the keys toward her, but as they were still
hanging over the side of the bed, the string became taught every time she lost
her grip. Losing the grip was all too easy as both of their bodies were bucking
from the effects of the vibrators, and every movement caused pain to shoot
through their breasts. The woman was pulling in the string, watched as her
daughter climbed the peak of bliss, and the girl screamed and convulsed as she
plunged into ecstasy.
Oh My
God, OH MY GODDD! The movements of her daughter were enough to take
Beth over the edge, and she released the string as a wave of pleasure washed
over her. When she became aware of her surroundings, the heat in her body was
building up again. I have to get the key again quickly, or we’ll be stuck
here until the batteries run out! It almost felt as if she was in a race
against her own desire, and the string slipped from her fingers twice as her
body was teased and tortured.
The mother
hoped that she could pull the key up far enough, but again she was defeated as
her intimacy exploded with bliss. It was after the fourth time of her
experiencing this that an idea appeared in her head. If I wind the string
around my left thumb, it won’t matter if I let go, as the key won’t fall back
down. She had to go through two more ‘experiences’ but she finally managed
to take hold of the key and unlock the cuffs.
The first
thing Beth did was to remove the clamps from her nipples and the second was to
switch off the vibrators that had teased them for so long. After the woman had
removed her bonds and unstrapped her gag, she noticed the card that the
intruder had left, and read it aloud.
“Bondage
solutions LTD. For all your bondage adventure needs. Congratulations, you have
won our special free sample competition. We hope that you have enjoyed our one
night ‘Home Intruder’ scenario which was first prize, and we hope that you do
business with us in future.”
The woman
looked at her daughter, who was very securely bound and said “This rules out
going to the police, because this seems to be the motive for our captivity. The
problem is that I can’t recall entering any such competition.”
The
helpless Becca blushed as she lay on the bed. Oh no, I remember that website
as I went on it a week ago, and I thought that the prize draw was a joke. I
wish that I had never put mum’s name down, and our address...
My phone
rang one Saturday morning a couple of months ago. It was my brother, Sam,
asking me to check on his daughter, Lisa, as he and his wife hadn’t heard from
her in over a week. I told him I’d take ride over to her place and tell her to
give him a call. I called her myself and got no answer so I hopped in my truck
and headed out to the outskirts of town.
Now a little
bit of background on my family. Sam is my older brother, ten years older and
retired military. He followed in Dad’s footsteps, going to military school and
enlisting in the service right after graduation. He married Jenny twenty-six
years ago and had only one child, Lisa. Dad had been a life time army guy,
retiring to settle down here after Mom’s health began to fail. Sam managed to
get transferred to a nearby base in order to help them out. Mom passed away a
few months later and Dad followed her a year after, leaving the house and
everything to Sam.
I was the
family’s black sheep. I was the exact opposite of Sam. I hated authority,
wanted nothing to do with the military and was almost thrown out of every
school I attended. I was always in trouble for something. My only redeeming
quality was my love of football. I was good at it and my coaches were what kept
me from being expelled. I planned on a pro career but blew out my knee and
ended up with no hope of recovering fully. So, I packed my bags and set off to
find myself. After a few years of roaming the country doing whatever jobs were
available, I came back and got a job at the local lumber mill. I got an
apartment and a truck, and did what I could to help my folks, too. We all
shared a love/hate kind of relationship. We were family but never got along
very well, except for me and Lisa. She was seventeen when I met her and we hit
it off really well. We got along too well, in Sam’s opinion. She was more like
me than him.
Lisa worked
for a doctor in town and stayed at the house with Sam and Jenny, until Sam took
a job at the military school he’d graduated from. He couldn’t, or wouldn’t,
pass up the opportunity to run the school and try to make more clones of him.
So, he and Jenny packed their bags and headed out of state and on to bigger and
better things. Lisa got the house and I promised to look after her. That’s why
Sam called me.
Ten minutes
after his call, I pulled into Lisa’s driveway. Her car was there but there was
no sign of her being home. “Probably off with some friends”, I thought as I
walked up to the door. I have a key to the place and used it to let myself in.
the house was quiet. I called Lisa’s name and thought I heard something
upstairs. I called out again as I climbed the stairs and definitely heard a
whimper coming from Lisa’s room. I rushed through the door expecting to find
her hurt or sick. Instead of that, I found my niece hogtied on the floor with
handcuffs and chains. What really shocked me was that she didn’t have a stitch
of clothes on!
Thinking the
worst, I ran to her side and removed the gag she had on. She gasped out a thank
you and asked me to get her loose. I asked what had happened and how she got
like that. She shocked me again by telling me she’d done it herself and got
stuck. When her release mechanism dropped the keys they bounced under her bed
out of reach. I found the keys and unlocked the chain connecting her wrists and
ankles, but left the cuffs in place. I picked her up and sat her on the bed
then sat down at her vanity to ask more questions.
“Lisa, what
in hell were you thinking, doing something like this? Don’t you realize what
could have happened to you?”
“Uncle
Johnny, please let me go so I can put something on… This is embarrassing!”
“Answer my
questions and maybe I will. What if I was out of town or the house caught fire?
No one would have known you were here and helpless.”
“I know it
was stupid but I knew there was some risk involved. That’s why I did it. The
thought of getting caught and the fear of something beyond my control happening
turns me on….”
She hung her
head in shame at what she just told me. The look on her face almost got to me
and she started to sob.
“I really
never wanted to get caught like this. I don’t know how I would have gotten free
if you hadn’t stopped by. I wish I’d never done it.”
“Just be
glad your dad called me and not the police. They would have called him and told
him what was going on.”
“Won’t you?”
“No, I’ll
call him but I won’t tell him about this. I know how bad his reaction would be.
He would lose his mind! I can just picture him rushing back here to beat that
pretty little ass of yours until you couldn’t sit for a week.”
“Uncle
Johnny, please, I’m embarrassed enough already. Don’t talk about my body like
that.”
“I’ll talk
any way I please, young lady. Now, I know you’re an adult but you need to be
punished for being so stupid. You took a big risk and you have to pay the price
for it. I thought you trusted me enough to talk to me about anything. After
all, you told me about everything from work to the guys you dated. Why weren’t
you honest enough to talk to me about this?”
“I guess I
thought this was too personal. I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to think I was a
freak or something.”
“If you’d
come to me and talked about it we could have worked something out. We could
have agreed on something like you calling me and letting me know you needed to
do this and that I should come over if I didn’t hear from you in a given period
of time. That way I could have made some excuse when Sam called me today or I
would have been here sooner to help you. How long were you like this?”
“Since then
yesterday morning. I only wanted to be like this for a couple hours but the
keys bounced and I couldn’t get them. I tried all day and most of the night but
there was no way I could reach them. I’m sorry I was so stupid. I’ve learned my
lesson. I’ll never do this again.”
I sat
looking at her for a few minutes without speaking. She is a beautiful girl,
slender and athletically built. I suppose a few years of marshal arts training
will do that. Her long brown hair hung down over her face as some tears ran
down her cheeks. I couldn’t keep her like this much longer. It was time for a
confession of my own and an agreement between us.
“Lisa, I
know this will shock you a bit but you and I aren’t that much different. Your
dad said you are more like me than like him. I don’t think he ever realized
just how true that is. I completely understand how you feel when you do this.
I’ve done it many times myself.”
“What? You
tie yourself up, too?”
“Not often,
but yes, I do. I prefer having someone else tie me but its not always easy to
find a partner.”
“I know,
I’ve only had one guy do it and he wasn’t really into it.”
“I want to
suggest something before I unlock your cuffs. I think we can help each other
find some satisfaction here. What I’m suggesting is a partnership of sorts.
Whenever one of us has the urge to be restrained we call the other and set up a
session. It can be a solo session like you did now or one where we tie each
other.”
Lisa looked
at me in silence. She looked confused for a second or two as my last sentence
sank in.
“You would
let me tie you up?”
“Yes, anyway
and anywhere you’d like. And, I would get to tie you up as well, as I see fit.”
“Well, it
might be fun, definitely interesting. And if you promise that my folks won’t
find out about it.”
“Don’t worry
about your folks. I don’t need Sam coming back to shoot me for messing with his
daughter. Even though we’re brothers he would kill me for this.”
After a
minute or two of consideration she agreed. I finally released her to use the
bathroom and call Sam. She told him that she’d been camping with some friends
and her cell’s battery had died. Lisa went on to tell him that I’d found out
where she was from a friend and tracked her down for him. She also told him,
with a sheepish grin, that from now on, she would let me know what she was up
to so that no one had to worry. After she hung up I told her to get dressed and
we went to lunch where we discussed our new relationship.






