Postby Switcher13 » Wed Dec 25, 2013 12:13 am
(One hour earlier)
After an early dinner, Jane was finishing up washing the dishes when she felt something poke her in the back.
“Freeze lady, don’t try anything funny!” said the unseen voice. Jane smiled and recognized Ian’s voice. Ian was her 10-year old son.
“That’s right!” agreed another voice. It was Ken, Ian’s 8-year old brother.
Jane slowly raised her arms and put her hands on the back of her head.
“What do you want? Please don’t hurt me!” said Jane, now fully in character.
“We’re robbing your house, see? So we gotta stash ya where you won’t give us any trouble,” said Ian in his best tough guy voice. Jane immediately realized she would end up tied and helpless somewhere. She wondered what they had planned for her.
“Move lady! March! To the bedroom!” ordered Ian. Jane turned around and slowly walked upstairs to the bedroom she shared with Carl, her husband. Once inside, Ian ordered her to lie face down on the bed. She secretly smiled and thought she would soon be helpless on her bed.
The boys moved with practiced precision. Ian gathered Jane’s arms behind her and began binding her wrists with some cotton rope. Meanwhile, Ken was busy binding Jane’s ankles together. When the boys paused, Jane thought that was the end of it but they just rolled their mother over and helped her to sit up. Jane got a good look at her sons and almost giggled as she saw their faces distorted by stockings. She spotted a distinctive run in Ian’s nylon mask and realized it was the pair she had discarded just yesterday.
The boys had switched and now Ken was binding Jane’s arms to her body with some intricate ropework. This served to highlight her ample bosom through her brown t-shirt. Ian bound her bare legs more securely a few inches above her knees. Her miniskirt showed off her gorgeous legs and she felt a secret thrill as she was rendered helpless by her two sons.
Back in character, she said, “Please don’t hurt me. Just take what you want and leave!”
Ian glanced at her and nodded to her brother-accomplice. Suddenly, Jane felt cloth wrapped around her head and mouth muffling her speech.
The boys finished their work and stood back to admire their handiwork. Jane sat on the bed with her wrists and ankles bound with soft cotton rope. Her upper body was bound with more rope and her breasts were on display. Her legs were further made helpless by rope around her thighs.
“There! That’ll hold her,” said Ian, “Until the ‘boss’ gets here!” Ken giggled.
The boys then left the room and Jane writhed in her bondage but the ropes held her immobile. Exhausted, she lay down on the bed and wondered, “Hmmm. I wonder if Carl put the boys up to this?”
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(Back to the present)
Jane’s ears perked up as she heard Carl’s pickup pull into the driveway. Minutes later, she heard the door open. She could only hear hushed conversation. Soon, the bedroom door clicked open and there stood “the boss.” Carl’s dark and handsome face smiled as he saw his wife’s predicament.
“Ah! I see the boys have prepared the ‘package’ for me,” he said with faux menace in his voice.
He crossed the room and sat on the bed. Her slowly ran one hand over Jane’s bound legs and commented, “Very nice ropework! The boys do take after me eh?”
Jane kept still as Carl touched her exposed legs. He paused to test the bindings at Jane’s ankles and thighs. Jane could only mumble through her thick gag, but she could feel the unmistakable wetness forming between her thighs.
“What’s that my love? Can’t understand you,” chuckled Carl, “Tell you what, I think you can stand a change of position while I shower hmm?” Jane nodded vigorously and umphed some more.
“Oh and don’t worry. The kids have gone to sleep over at Ryan’s place,” added Carl, “So I have you all to myself tonight. Heh!” Jane shivered in mixed excitement and apprehension realizing she was Carl’s prisoner for the night.
Carl slowly removed Jane’s leg bindings and she flexed her legs and feet in gratitude. Carl allowed her the luxury, but she suddenly squealed as Carl pulled off her skirt along with her skimpy panties. Now naked from the waist down, Carl retied her ankles crossed rendering her legs wide open. He used another length of rope to attach her bound wrists to her ankles thus hogtying and exposing her. Carl then pushed her over on her side and slid her shirt up exposing her large breasts. He sucked on one nipple and bit it playfully until it hardened. Jane could only moan at the assault on her exposed breasts.
Grinning with promises of further torment, Carl stood up and pulled off his clothes until he was completely naked. Jane promptly noted his raging hard on.
Carl returned to sit beside Jane and said, “Remember how you tied me completely naked and teased me endlessly two weeks ago? Well, turnabout is fair play right?”
“Sit tight my beauty, I’ll be right back,” whereupon Carl went into the bathroom to shower.
Jane could only moan helplessly, wondering when she could have her physical and sexual release.