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Wife Swap“Gentlemen?”The five men looked at each other as they sat on one side of the room, and then put their car keys into the glass bowl as their partners looked on from the other side of the room. They had eaten well, and now it was time for the evening’s entertainment to begin.“So,” he said as he looked across the room, “who would like to go first?”The five women looked at each other, before Catherine slowly stood up. The youngest of the five, her husband had recently been appointed Chief Financial Officer, and she wanted to show they were team players. She walked across the floor, her soft black leather skirt rippling as she did so, and took a set of keys out.She looked over as the tall Legal Officer stood, wearing a Saville Row suit with a shirt and tie, and took her hand as he husband nodded. They walked up the stairs of the mansion and into one of the bedrooms, Catherine looked round as he said “are you nervous?”“Yes – I… I’ve never done anything like this before.” As she sat on the bed, the man looked at her – the tight black sweater her long brown hair was falling on the shoulders of, and the knee length leather boots.“That’s all right,” he said with a smile as he took his jacket off, and hung it on the back of the door. “I assure you, I will not hurt you. Trust me?”Catherine nodded as she said “do you do this often?”“Oh yes – we find our wives enjoy the experience. Are you ready?”As Catherine nodded, he opened a drawer in a bureau, and took out several lengths of white rope, her eyes opening wide as he said “Please, put your hands behind your back, and we can begin.”Catherine nodded slowly as she turned round, looking over her shoulder as he sat behind her, and then wound the rope tightly around and between her wrists as she felt them being held firmly together.“That – that doesn’t feel too bad,” she said, smiling slightly as she wriggled her fingers.“Done properly, it should not hurt at all,” he said with a smile as he knelt down, and put her ankles together. Catherine could feel the rope tightening around them, and as she twisted her legs she heard the soft squeak of leather on leather.“Okay – I can see you are gentle, and it is comfortable,” she said with a smile as he stood up, “so what happens now?”“Now, if you are ready, I make you more secure. Ready?”Catherine nodded as he took more rope from the drawer, and secured her legs together below her knees.“I wonder if Alan will do this for me?”“He will be learning as well – now, I’m going to secure your arms to your sides.”Catherine nodded as he took a longer length of rope, and tied it round her arms and body, noticing how her jumper was stretched as he did this. He then tied the rope off behind her as she twisted round, and smiled.“So what are you going to do to me now? I can’t stop you, after all.”“I know,” he said as he sat behind her, brushing her hair away from her head as Catherine shivered, wondering what he was going to do next? Touch her? Kiss her?So the damp cloth he held firmly over her nose and mouth took her completely by surprise, as her eyes opened wide and she breathed in. The effect was immediate as she felt the fog suddenly begin to form in her mind, and her eyelids slowly fluttered and closed…He laid her on her side on the couch, whispering “forgive me” as he opened her lips and gently eased the cloth in, then wrapped the thin cloth round her head taking twice between her lips and tying the ends off before he checked her pulse. Nodding, he sat down and waited…“Elaine?”The busty blonde smiled as she stood up and walked over, reaching into the bowl and taking out a set of keys.“Derek – I get lucky again.”The other three men nodded as the HR director stood up and they walked up the stairs, entering a second room as Elaine said “Well, you know what I like Derek.” She was wearing a black evening dress with lace short sleeves, dark hose and knee length leather boots with straps going up the leg.“I do indeed – do you want to be quiet and blindfolded first, and then I can surprise you?”“Oh yes,” Elaine purred as Derek opened a drawer, and took out a roll of white tape and a pack of cotton wool. Tearing a sizable pad off, he smiled as he said “open your mouth and close your eyes.”“Yes sir,” she whispered before h put the pad in her mouth, and then wrapped the white tape tightly round her head to cover her mouth, trapping her hair against her neck as he did so. He then put two cotton pads over her eyes before he wrapped the tape round her upper head to blindfold her.“Feel good?”“Hmmyhsss – nhwhhtt?”“Time for you to be the caterpillar.”Elaine nodded as he tore the end of the large roll of white tape free, and then pressed it to her left wrist as she stood with her arms by her side. He worked methodically, Elaine hearing the soft peeling sound as the tape encircled her arms and body, Derek moving up the body until it was a white sheath from her waist to her neck, her fingers wriggling as she nodded.“I’m going to lie you on the bed – after I secure your legs,” he said quietly as he picked up a second roll of taper and went in the other direction, the white covering and holding her legs together until she truly looked as if she was a white chrysalis, twisting round. Under the tape, she was smiling, enjoying herself, feeling so helpless…Derek smiled as he lifted the cocooned woman up, laying her gently on the bed, only the heels and shoes of her black boots showing.“I hope you’re ready for your surprise now,” he whispered into her ear, Elaine moaning as she wriggled round. Derek smiled as he stepped back, and opened the door, watching as she was carried out….“Three to go – which of you would like to go next?”Alan was sitting, fidgeting nervously as Derek’s wife stood up and walked over. Ingrid was German, blonde, and was wearing a tightly fitting black leather waistcoat over a long sleeved red blouse, a matching leather skirt, dark hose and knee length black leather boots laced up the front.She smiled at him as she reached into the bowl and drew out some keys, Alan watching carefully to see if it was his turn…“Come,” she said as she held her hand out, Peter smiling as he took it and walked out with her. The other man left looked at Alan as he said “don’t worry – it will be your time soon…”“So, Peter,” she said in her soft accented voice as she closed the door, “what do you wish to do to me?”“Make you my hostage,” Peter said quietly as he opened a drawer and took out a ball of brown twine, “just like in those old television series. I want you to lie down on the bed, and put your hands together in prayer.”“Please, do not hurt me,” Ingrid said with a smile as she did as she was asked, watching as Peter made a lasso of the end of the twine, and then put it down over her hands, pulling tight as she whispered “Heiliger Vater, höre mein Gebet, erlöse mich von diesem Übel ...”“Be quiet,” Peter whispered as he wrapped the twine between her wrists to make it tighter, and then took her hands above her head, wrapping the twine round the headboard to keep them there, before he took the twine back down. Bending her knees, she watched as he wrapped the twine round above and below her knees, whispering “Vergib mir, dass ich so viel Freude daran habe und dass es mich so begeistert …”“I know you do,” Peter said as he wrapped the twine round her ankles as well, securing them together as it went around and between her legs, the leather squeaking where it rubbed on them, before he took it to the foot of the bed and tied it there.“It’s time for you to be quiet now,” he whispered as he picked up a wide roll of brown fabric sticking plaster, Ingrid nodding as he tore a strip off and pressed it firmly down over her lips. She smiled as he stroked his hand down her cheek, and then slowly started to undo her waistcoat.“Does Derek suspect us?”She shook her head as she said “dhsshtmhthhrmhhf?”“No – no it doesn’t” Peter said with a smile before he kissed Ingrid’s gagged mouth – and then untied her wrists, moving them down and tying them to her upper legs.“Whtthrruhdhhnn?”“Forgive me,” Peter said as he stepped back, and opened the room to the door…“Just you and me now Alan,” his boss said as he looked at Esther stand up and walk over, his own wife watching as she reached in and took out a set of keys.“Well, this worked out well,” he said with a smile as he stood up, Alan nodding as he looked over at the company owner’s wife, a smile crossing her lips as the other two went upstairs. The dark haired woman was wearing a black vest top and dark jeans, with a pair of cream coloured over the knee leather boots covering her legs.“My husband was the first to leave – with the new girl. She looked so nervous,” Esther laughed as she closed the door.“Perhaps – but I promise you, she will be fully involved now,” the owner said with a smile as he looked at her. “So tell me, what do you desire from me?”“To show you my appreciation for all you have done for my husband,” she said with a smile, “so make sure I have to do what you say?”“As you wish,” he said quietly as he opened a wardrobe, and took out what looked like a leather sheet. Walking behind her, he wrapped the sheet round her arms and laced it tightly, making them stay next to each other as her chest was forced out. Esther sighed as she felt the sheet envelop her arms, the laces tightened and tied.“I want you to kneel down,” he said quietly, Esther nodding as she did so and he produced a pair of leg cuffs. Kneeling behind her, he fastened the cuffs around her ankles, the short chain rattling slightly as she looked over her shoulder.“You do know how to control people,” she whispered, “I know Eric appreciates it, and I want to show you I appreciate it as well.”“Do you now,” he said quietly as he stood in front of her, Esther nodding as she saw the bulge in his pants, and used her teeth to pull the zip down.“I see you do wish to share your appreciation,” he said quietly as she watched his organ come out, and started to kiss it, hearing his soft moans as she started to put her mouth over it and then pulled back, before she started to gently suck, feeling it enlarge as he groaned more.“So – you are Alan? My husband has told me a great deal about you.”Alan looked at the woman who was left, before he said “I hope he has only said good things, Astrid.”“He has indeed,” the older woman said. She had greying blonde hair pulled back, and was wearing a leopard print blouse, tight purple leather pants, and matching thigh high leather boots. Standing, she walked over to the stairs and looked up, listening before she turned and looked at Alan.“You have never done this before, have you?” As he shook his head, Astrid smiled as he said “we will do this down here, and I will teach you. Look in the wicker basket over there.”Alan walked over and looked in, taking out a length of white rope.“Double it over, and walk behind me,” Astrid said, smiling as he came over before saying “start with my elbows. Wrap the rope round them, then feed the ends through the loop and pull back.”“Your elbows?”“My elbows,” Astrid said, putting her arms behind her and he hands palm to palm as he felt Alan wrap the rope round, and then pull so that they were forced together.“Good, now wrap it round a few times, before you take the ends between my arms to make it tighter. Then tie the ends off.”“Do you think Catherine is all right?”“I’m sure she is,” Astrid said with a smile as Alan secured her elbows. “Now, take some more rope and tie my wrists together.”“Hmmmshghddd…”Esther felt the jerk, and then began to swallow as the owner came in her mouth, the hot fluid flowing down her throat as she swallowed. He held her head as she did so, smiling before she slowly moved her head back, licking it as she did so.“Did you enjoy that?”“I did – but you need to be quiet now,” he said as he adjusted his pants, and then took out from the wardrobe a leather pad with a rubber bung on one side, and leather straps on the side. Esther licked her lips and then opened her mouth wide, accepting the bung before he fastened the leather straps round her head to keep it in place.“I have a surprise for you,” he said as he opened the door, Esther looking behind him and then her eyes opening wide as she shook her head…“You have some skill.”“I was a Boy Scout,” Alan said as he pulled the ropes tighter round Astrid’s body, the bands framing her chest as it was forced up and out. He tied the ropes off, and then used two shorter lengths between her arms and her body to make it even tighter.“I can see why your husband does this for you – do you ever tie him up?”“That’s between me and him,” Astrid said as she sat down on the floor and stretched her legs out, watching as Alan crossed her ankles and then secured them tightly together with more rope. She smiled as he then secured her legs together below her knees, hearing the sound of rope on leather as he cinched that binding a swell.“I see big things for you in this company,” she said as she twisted round, “but I don’t want to be heard now.“May I use this?”“Oh yes,” Astrid said with a smile as Alan held up a red ball gag, opening her mouth as Alan gently eased it in, and then fastened the straps round her head. She then moved herself so that she was lying on the floor, and rolled over before she bent her legs and looked at Alan.“As you wish,” he said quietly as he found more rope, and secured her ankles to her chest ropes, standing back as she wriggled round and said “fhnkkuh…”“Well, you look happy Astrid.”Alan turned to see the company owner walk down the stairs, and said “so we’re really doing this?”“Dhnnwhttt?” Astrid wriggled on the floor, and then her eyes opened wide as she saw men dressed in black carrying Catherine, Elaine and Ingrid out of the house, all bound and gagged.“Starting a new life,” her husband said as two men picked her up, “you will go to Objects of Beauty, while we dissolve the company.”“UHBHSTHRRRDDDD!”“Enjoy the experience,” he said quietly as all five men watched Astrid been put into a van, the doors closing, and then driving away as he said “now – brandy?”
Like Father, Like Daughter“It’s bad enough that my mother and grandmother like to dress the same way as me, but when you start?” Clare shook her head as she looked at her guest, before she sipped from her coffee cup.“Well, what can I say, darling – you have such good taste,” her guest replied as Clare smiled. Her long dark hair was falling over the shoulders and back of her silk dress, the black animal print a contrast to the grey material. The cuffs of the sleeves came from her elbows half way down her arms, and the skirt hung just above her knees.The outfit was completed by a pair of soft grey fabric boots that came up over her knees, ties at the back and a short heel. As she looked across, she said “well, at least it does suit you, Shona.”“Why thank you,” her guest said with a smile. The blonde hair was dark at the roots, and the tightly fitting black dress had a floral and symmetric pattern printed in white on it, with a matching choker around their neck. The boots they were wearing were shorter, made from a black fabric but again with ties at the back.“More coffee,” Clare said as she stood up.“No thank you,” Shona said with a smile as she handed her cup to Clare, “I should be on my way soon anyway.” She stood up and looked at the picture of Clare with a six year old girl.“Well, let me take these to the kitchen, and then I’ll come with you,” the younger woman said as she took the cups through to the kitchen – and then stopped as she saw that the door that led to the garden was open. “I’m sure I shut that,” she said as she went over and closed it.“You did, my dear lady – forgive the intrusion, but we let ourselves in.”Clare suddenly stiffened as she heard the polite, cultured male voice, and slowly turned round to see two men standing there, identically dressed with black leather jackets over their jumpers, dark jeans and shoes. They both also had black leather gloves on their hands, as well as balaclava masks that covered their heads, allowing only their eyes and mouths to be seen.The other striking thing about them was the disparity in height – one stood a good foot taller than the other as he smiled, the pistol in his gloved hand pointed at Clare. The smaller of the two men had a canvas holdall in his hand, and as he looked at Clare he said “it would appear you have met us again – your name is Clare, correct?”“Oh fuck,” she said under her breath, “you two? What have I got over my head, a sign that says polite home invaders welcome?”“I do not see such an invitation,” the taller of the two men said, “but we have indeed met before – I believe it was your grandmother who was with you the last time?”Clare slowly nodded as she said “well, I guess I have to cooperate with you, don’t… Oh lord…”“I take it from her reaction she is not alone at home, Mister Tall?”“So it would appear Mister Small – perhaps you would ensure that Clare has her wrists secured while I investigate?”“Of course Mister Tall,” the second man said as he put the bag in the kitchen table, smiling as he opened it and removed a length of soft white rope. “If you would be so good as to put your hands behind your back, Clare?”Shona was looking out of the front window as the footsteps came closer, but it was not Clare who came in. The tall masked man looked at Shona, a smile on his lips as he said “it would appear that Clare did indeed have a guest. May I know your name?”“May I know who is asking,” Shona said as she looked at the masked man, and then saw the gun in his gloved hand.“Of course – I am called Mister Tall, my friend Mister Small is currently ensuring that young Clare is comfortable before she joins us.”“Mister Tall… Mister Small…” Shona looked at him before saying “the men who robbed my family, and then my daughter and my mother.”“Your daughter? We have had the privilege of meeting Clare’s mother on a previous occasion, but you do not…” Mister Tall fell silent for a moment, and then said “ah – please, forgive me, I can be a little slow on the uptake at times. Her father?”Shona nodded as he said “my name is Shaun – although, dressed like this, I do prefer Shona.”“I understand perfectly,” Mister Tall said with a smile, “in which case, Shona, may I prevail on you to close the curtains across the windows, and then to sit on the couch, your hands where I can see them?”Shona slowly nodded as she pulled the curtains across, and then sat down as Mister Tall said “it is a true pleasure to meet you, Shona – ah, Clare, join us please.”“Dad,” Clare said as she came in, her wrists behind her back and accompanied by Mister Small, “I am so sorry…”“It’s all right Clare, this is not your fault,” she said quietly as she smiled, “I presume I also will be tied up?”“Indeed – but first, I must ask you to remove your rings and earrings, and place them in this small velvet sack. Mister Small, would you locate their mobile phones and ensure they cannot be used?”“Of course – please, take a seat,” Mister Small said, Clare nodding as she turned and sat next to her father – but not before Shona saw the white rope that was wrapped in neat coils around and between her wrists.“Does it hurt?”“Surprisingly, no,” Clare said quietly, “they will not hurt us if we do as they say.”“Well, I cannot fault their manners – I mean, the tall one seemed taken aback for a moment, but…”“I assure you, Shona, both Mister Small and myself have seen much stranger things in our time,” Mister Tall said as he took a length of rope from the bag Mister Small had put down, and doubled it over. “Now, if you would kindly lean forward and put your hands behind your back?”“I have a choice?”“Not really, no,” Mister Tall said as he walked behind the couch they were sitting on and crossed Shona’s wrists behind her back, passing the rope round them and then pulling it back through the centre loop as her wrists were brought together. “Would it be impolite to ask…”“How long? About five years,” Shona said as she felt the rope going around and between her arms. “At least in public – I have dressed like this for years in private, but I felt I had to come out to my family in the end.”“Honesty is almost always the best policy, however hard and tough it may be,” Mister Tall said as he pulled the rope between Shona’s wrists and then tied the ends off as she wriggled her fingers. “I trust that is not too uncomfortable?”“Surprisingly not,” Shona said as she nodded. “Now what?”“Now, we secure your arms. Mister Small, perhaps you would do the honours for Shona as well, and then you and she could tour the premises while I take care of Shona?”“Of course,” the smaller man said as he took two coils of rope from the bag and handed one to his partner, both of them doubling them over as they stood behind the couch, and then passed them round Clare and Shona, pulling the band tight under their chests as they felt their arms being forced to their sides.“This is – different,” Shona said quietly as Mister Tall wrapped the rope round her body, forming two bands with the top one rubbing on her bare flesh over the V-neck of her dress. “Is this what happened the other two times?”“Oh yes,” Clare said quietly as the bands pressed on her own chest, “but it actually doesn’t feel too bad once they have down it – especially after they have tightened it.”“After they have – oh,” Shona said quietly as Mister Tall fed the rope under one arm and pulled it up, the bands tightening as he took it round the back of her neck and then fed it under the other arm before securing the ends behind her back. She twisted round feeling how snug the binding was as she looked at Clare.“Now then,” Mister Tall said as he put his gloved hands on Shona’s shoulders, “Mister Small, kindly take Clare on a tour of the premises, and bring her back here to keep Shona company.”“Of course – allow me,” Moister Small said as he helped Clare to stand, Shona seeing her smile as she said “see you later – although we won’t be able to talk” as she was led out of the room and up the staircase. Mister Tall walked over and looked at the photograph. “Your granddaughter?”“Yeah – the father did a runner, so we help look after her. She’s at school at the moment.” Shona thought for a moment, and then said “if she had been here…”“Then with deep regret, we would have made sure she stayed in the room with you,” Mister Tall said as he took from the bag another length of rope. “I know that thought may not be that comforting, but I can assure you if she did as we asked, she would not have been harmed. Would it be impertinent to ask a – personal question of you?”“No – and no I am straight. I just like to dress and be a woman.”“Of course – forgive my impertinence.”“Actually, it was a very reasonable question to ask – so what now?”“Now, please, put your feet up on the coffee table for a moment, and cross your ankles.”“Well, as you asked,” Shona said quietly as she complied, watching as Mister Tall wrapped the rope round her ankles and then pulled it back through the loop, feeling the pressure on them as the rope sank into the soft material with each pass.“I guess I should thank you?”“For what, Shona,” Mister Tall said as he separated the ends of the rope and pulled them between Shona’s ankles to cinch the binding.“For not judging me.”“Shona – Mister Small and I are professional robbers. I assure you, we are in absolutely no position to judge anyone for their personal choices. In fact, I admire your courage.”“My courage?”“To be at peace with yourself, and to accept yourself, is a rare gift,” Mister Tall said as he tied the rope off, and then walked to the bag, taking another length of rope out and kneeling down as he started to bind Shona’s legs together below her knees.“I remember my wife telling me of when you visited them – your partner kept Clare calm as you robbed our home then.”“We find that calm, polite persuasion helps our case,” Mister Tall said as he took the rope between Shona’s legs to secure them, then tied the ends off. “There – now, may I assist you to lie on your side?”Shona nodded as she lowered her legs, and then put them up on the couch as Mister Tall helped her to move onto her side, her head resting on the armrest. “Well, all things considered, I could be more uncomfortable,” she said as she wriggled round.“There is the distinct possibility your granddaughter may be the one to find you – it behoves us to leave you and your daughter in a position that will not scare her too much,” the masked man said quietly as he took a clean white cloth from a plastic bag, and folded it into a pad. “And talking of leaving you, Shona, it is time to ensure you stay quiet. Kindly open your mouth while I put this in – it will feel strange at first, but you will get used to it.”“May I say one last thing?”“Of course.”“Thank you again, for treating me with respect.”“It was my honour and pleasure,” Mister Tall said with a smile, “now, please, open your mouth.”As Clare came back into the room with Mister Small, she saw Mister Tall smooth the white tape over Shona’s mouth, the shape of her lips visible underneath as he turned and smiled.“Ah – excellent timing,” he said as he stood up, “please, Clare, take a seat and we will make you securely comfortable.”“Are you all right dad,” Clare said as Shona wriggled on her side on the couch. She smiled as she saw the smile under the tape while she sat in an armchair, raising her legs and crossing her ankles as Mister Small selected more rope from the bag.“Hmmfhnn,” Shona mumbled as she watched the smaller of the two masked men securing Clare’s ankles together, the rope sinking into the soft grey fabric as they were held together. After he had cinched and secured the binding, he took another length of rope and bound her legs together below her knees, while Clare said “I presume I will be gagged again as well?”“But of course – why do you ask?”“I need a favour – I’ll have to get a friend to collect my daughter from school and bring her back. May I use my phone to call them?”“An excellent suggestion,” Mister Tall said as he found her mobile phone and switched it on, holding it to her head as Mister Small finished binding her legs.“Helen? It’s Clare, I need a slightly huge favour.“No – my dad and I have got tied up in sorting some things out, and I won’t be able to pick Cathy up. Would you bring her back with Annie please?“That’s great – I’ll return the favour some time. See you later.”She nodded as Mister Tall took the phone away and switched it off, Shona nodding as Mister Small walked to the bag and took a second white cloth out in a plastic bag.“Talk to you later, Dad,” Clare said with a smile, Shona nodding as she watched the cloth been pushed into her open mouth, then the white tape over her lips as she closed them over the stuffing.“Have we completed the work,” Mister Tall said as Mister Small picked up the holdall.“We have indeed,” the smaller man said as he turned the radio on.“In which case, the Gentlemen Robbers bid you adieu,” Mister Tall said as he looked at Clare and Shona. “May we never meet again – and in your case, Clare, I truly hope that is the case.”Clare rolled her eyes as Shona watched the two men walk out of the room, then looked at Clare.“Nhhwwhttt?”“Chnnuhghtfhrhhh?”Shona struggled for a moment, and then shook her head.“Whll, whwhhtt…”“Hnddlkhtheee?”“Ghtsshurprhsss…”“A surprise on two counts,” Mister Tall said as he removed the balaclava in the grey transit van.“Indeed – but he handled it very well. Shall we go?”“Of course…”
The Flat ChallengeIt was a challenge, true – and looking back, I was incredibly lucky to have got away with it – but what can I say? I could not back down from it…The Challenge was a simple one in principle – an old manor house converted into four flats, and I was challenged to rob all four of them on the same Sunday afternoon. I was allowed to take what supplies I could get into a rucksack, and could replenish those supplies with anything I found in the flats, but anyone who was in those flats had to be left in such a way that the alarm could not be raised until all four flats had been visited.So you get the idea? That’s why at 1 o’clock on the Sunday afternoon, I was looking at the house, wondering how I was going to get inside given the main entrance was locked and you needed to be buzzed in.The first rule of these things is, if you can enter more discretely from the rear, do so – so I walked round to the rear of the building, and saw the fire escapes at the back. I was dressed for the occasion – a black leather jacket over a sweater, dark jeans, black trainers, and a black hat on my head, as well as black leather gloves. I could also see an open window on one of the first floor flats – an invitation if ever I saw one.I managed to get up to the window without anyone seeing, and slipped inside, finding myself in a bedroom. So I took the opportunity to pull down the brim of my hat, so that the balaclava covered my head and only allowed my mouth and eyes to be seen, before I started my search.I found a few nice pieces, and then slowly opened the door to the bedroom to see if the corridor was clear. It was, so I made my way down and into the next room – and met my first obstacle of the day.She was, by my guess, in her early fifties, and a larger women with her brown-grey hair platted into a long pigtail. The black dress she was wearing came a little way down her legs – just enough to preserve modesty – while her hose covered legs were in a pair of knee length baggy black leather boots. She was reclining on a settee as she looked at me, and said “are you robbing me?”“Yes I am…”“Helen – and can I say one thing?”“So long as you don’t scream for help.”“Oh heavens no – I want some excitement. Does this mean you have to tie me up?”“Yes it does,” I said quietly as I put my rucksack on the table, “but I assure you, I will leave you to pass the time pleasantly.”“Oh I hope so,” she purred as she stood up and turned round, putting her hands behind her back. “Make sure it’s tight – and do what you have to so that if I move, I know it is tight.”Well, how could I refuse such a generous offer? I took some white rope from my bag and crossed her wrists, then doubled the rope over and wrapped it round them, pulling it tight as the rope went around and between her arms to hold them together. She flexed her red painted fingers as I did this, and she did seem to be enjoying it.I then took a longer length of rope and doubled it over, before I took it round her arms and body and pulled it tight under her chest. She sighed – a sigh of contentment – as I wound the rope in tight bands around her, above and below her chest, so that her arms were locked into place, before I tied it off and used shorter lengths of rope to cinch the bands between her arms and body.“I trust that is tight enough,” I said as Helen wriggled and nodded – and then she said “tie a rope that I can use to make me happy.”Again, not the first time I’d done that, so I tied one end of the rope around the bands between her breasts, the material stretched tightly already over them, and then let it drop as I walked behind her and knelt down. My hand went between her legs, I pulled the rope back and up, and she sighed “thank you” as I tied the end to her wrists.Which meant I wasn’t watching the door, but I heard the noise in enough time to walk behind it as it opened and a woman in her twenties came in. She looked like a younger version of Helen, her light brown hair falling loosely, and she was wearing a white dress that buttoned up the front with capped sleeves – the skirt just a little longer than Helen’s – darker hose and knee length black suede boots. She stopped at the sight of Helen, and said “MUM! WHAHMGHHHDWHTGHHNNHNNN!”The last bit was muffled because I put my hand over her mouth and pulled her back against me, as Helen said “Hettie, calm down, I’ll explain what’s going on” – and then sighed because as she twisted round, the rope was rubbing on her.“Your daughter?”Helen nodded as she said “Hettie, I’m being robbed – and you walked in on him tying me up. Really tying me up. I think he’s going to force you to be tied up as well.”I could sense the younger woman thinking about it, looking at Helen, and then she said “Hwhnttthbhthddhsswhl.”“I’m sorry,” I said as I took my hand away, “you want to be tied up as well?”“You forced me to let you do it,” Hettie said – and I could hear the excitement in her voice as well. So I found more rope from my bag, and a few minutes later she was tightly trussed on her upper body – and between her legs – as her mother.They both giggled as I made them kneel on the floor, and then helped them both to lie down as I used more rope to secure their ankles, as well as their legs below their knees – and then bent their ankles back and tied them to their crotch rope as well.I left them to talk for a few minutes as I searched the rest of the flat – finding more jewellery, money and cards. I also found two new washing lines, which I added to my rucksack – and then I went back in to see them both red faced and blushing.“Time you were both quiet, I think,” I said with a smile as I folded two pairs of panties and put one into each of their mouths, then knotted two long scarves and used them as cleave gags. Suitably muffled, I left them both wriggling and moving on the floor, content they were happy and there would be no worry about them raising the alarm while I was busy elsewhere.They were having too much fun.Letting myself out of the front door of their flat, I slipped across and put my ear to the door of the next flat. I then took a small set of lock picks from my pocket, and two minutes later I was letting myself in.As I did, a black and white cat slowly made its way out of a room, looking at me before it padded silently into another room. I could also hear the radio playing, so I felt an investigation of the front room was called for.As I looked in, I saw an older dark haired woman sitting asleep in a brown armchair. The black blouse she was wearing had see-through sleeves, as well as top panels, while the main body had an ornate white fern print on it. Her skirt was black silk, coming halfway down to her knees, and she was also wearing a pair of black leather boots with stiletto heels, that came to just below her knees with the white hose visible on the rest of her legs.It seemed a pity to disturb her, so I let her sleep on as I started to search the rest of her flat. She certainly had good taste in rings and earrings – all of which went into my bag – and she had obviously just been to the bank, given the £500 I found in her purse.If only it had stayed that quiet – because I turned round to see the lady in question looking at me, and then screaming. I had to think fast – so I grabbed a pair of socks that were on the bed, ran over and grabbed her, and stuffed them into her mouth before I kept my gloved hand over it.I told her if she didn’t calm down and stop screaming, she would choke on the socks – and I kept telling her that as she struggled in my grasp, for quite some time. Eventually, however, she calmed down, and I said that when I let her go, I wanted her to stand perfectly still, with her hands by her side – and don’t spit the socks out.I had seen the name Mandy on some mail, so I asked if she was Mandy, and when she nodded I told her to just remain calm, and stand still. Taking my hand away, I took from my rucksack a roll of silver tape, and tore the end loose – then wound it round her waist, trapping her wrists against her hips as I did so.And then I wound the tape up, covering her upper body so it looked as if it was in a silver sheathe from waist to neck. I was definitely taking no chances with her, not after that performance.I then wound the tape tightly round her head – and yeah, it trapped her hair, but I could not trust her to keep the socks in there as I walked her to her bedroom, and made her lie on the bed.So, she looks like a silver sheath from waist to neck, right? Well, she had to be the same way below as well, and even though she tried to kick and scream, eventually her legs were covered in silver – and her feet as well, so all you could see were the heels of her boots.Why not tape the heels? Stiletto heels, my friend – they would rip through the tape, and make rescue possible.I then found her mobile phone and took it, disconnected her phone, disconnected her internet – and finally, did the one thing I do not normally do, thanks to a chloroform soaked pad I had in a sealed bag. Moira was soon fast asleep, breathing in and out through her nose, as I completed my search of the flat.Upper floor done – ground floor next, as I slipped out of Moira’s kitchen, and shimmied down the drainpipe before I managed to open the kitchen window of the flat below, and let myself in.The kitchen was retro – and I mean seventies retro, with pale blue cupboards that had glass sliding doors, and a cooker with an eye level grill. Even the table was retro – pale wood with a blue Formica top.That indicated one of two possibilities to me – a retro student, or someone who had their tastes and did not care who knew. Which it was going to be would only be determined if I moved forward –so I did so, following the sound of true MOTR music into the main room.The lady standing there was tall, and elegant, wearing a white coat dress with lace trim on the cuffs of the sleeves and a black symmetric pattern printed on the front, a metallic gold coloured skirt appearing under the material. She was also wearing a p air of leather boots in a shade of brown, with leather straps at the knee. She looked at me with her blue eyes, her blonde hair cut in a stylish bob, and asked who I was.I replied equally as politely, stating I was the person robbing her, and asking her name. It was Anouska, and I complimented her on her taste, at the same time explaining that robbing her meant I would have to take steps to ensure she could not raise the alarm. She nodded, accepting that was the situation, and only asked she be secured where she could watch something on her television – a perfectly reasonable request to me.I took a wooden chair from the table in the room, and set in down facing the large screen, indicating she should make herself comfortable on it. As she did, I took one of the washing lines I had found previously, and used a knife to cut it into the required lengths.As I guided her arms round the chair back, and started to secure her wrists together, I said it would be easier if she told me where her valuables were – save on the cleaning up and so on. She accepted that would be good as I pulled the rope tightly around and between her arms, making sure they were secured before I tied the ends round one of the spars of the chair back.So she told me where to look while I used longer lengths of rope to secure her waist to the chair, and her upper arms to her body as well as the chair back. When I had finished, she tried to move, but accepted she was going to stay in the chair as I asked her to put her ankles together.Looking round the room, I could see the ornaments – tasteful, and valuable, but too bulky for me to take on this occasion. If this had been a night visit, perhaps – but not this time, so I informed her I was only after things I could carry and take with me.I then knelt in front of her, Anouska watching with a detached interest as I secured her ankles together side by side, then once I had cinched the binding taking them to one side and tying them to the front leg of the chair. I then took a second length of rope and tied her legs together below her knees, the band sitting at the top of her boots as she twisted round.I’m not sure which was squeaking more – the wood as she tried to move, or her boots as her legs rubbed together. At any rate, I went and found her valuables where she had said they were in the bedroom, and at the same time retrieved a very nice fleur de lis scarf.Coming back in, I rolled the scarf into a band and invited her to open her mouth, before I pulled it between her rouged lips and tied it round her head – then turned on the television, and at her direction left her watching a series of the Roger Moore version of the Saint.Three flats down, one left – and as with upstairs, I let myself out of the front door, walked over and managed to get into the last one. It was just my bad luck that as I walked in, the flat owner came out of her bedroom and saw me. She was an older woman, with long brown hair, wearing a white and blue striped t-shirt and faded denim shorts. Her legs were in hose, and she like the others was also wearing boots – in her case, a pair of knee length ones in black fabric with a leather cuff.And her first words to me? “Oh no – not again.”I asked her her name, and why she had said that, and she told me she was Eileen. As to why she had said that – well, she asked if I would have some tea, and I accepted her kind offer, making it clear I would be watching to make sure she did not raise the alarm.As we stood in the kitchen, she told me she had looked after her granddaughter the previous week, and had left her in the front room while she put some laundry away. When she came back, there was a visitor – a woman dressed in brown, with a stocking pulled over her head, and her granddaughter was sitting on the couch, her wrists taped together in front of her, her ankles taped, and silver tape over her mouth.I recognised who she was talking about – and as we had the tea, she told me she had been left next to her granddaughter in the same way, pretending it was game, while the intruder stole some valuables.It was obvious to me I was not going to find much here, and she confirmed as much – but she asked what I was doing, so I told her about the challenge. That was allowed under the rules – the last visit you make you could say, so when they got free they could raise the alarm for everyone else.She smiled at that, and said it might serve them right – but she also asked if I needed to make sure I could not raise the alarm as well. Putting my cup down, I said I would have to – but she could finish her tea, if she put her feet up on the coffee table and crossed her ankles.When she did this, I took the second length of washing line and cut a length off, then secured her ankles together, the cords sinking into the soft fabric of her boots as I pulled it tighter around and between her legs, then secured the ends off. Eileen said it wasn’t as bad as the tape, as I cut a second length free and then secured her legs together below in the same way.I watched as she put her ankles on the floor, and then put her tea cup down, before turning and putting her hands behind her back as I secured her wrists together. I then tied her arms to her sides, forming two bands with the rope, before helping her to lie on her side.I had some white tape in my bag, a long strip of which I tore off and smoothed down over her lips, before thanking her for her understanding and cooperation. I smiled as she nodded and I put the radio on, and then left her to try and escape.A very profitable Sunday and a nice challenge…
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