Many thanks to those who read (and commented on) the first installment. Hope you all got something from it. Next bit coming up.
I guess I must have slept.
It's kind of weird because I don't remember when I drifted off but I do recall a dream in which my smiling Asian lady from the painting was leaning over my bed. She seemed to be having a real job trying to disentangle all my limbs which had somehow become entangled in a giant cobweb. I remember feeling cross about it because I just wanted to go to sleep. But she would not leave me alone. She seemed to derive much amusement from bothering me. It was strange.
I came awake slowly like a swimmer ascending to the surface of a dark velvet lake. I opened my eyes. The draped window was now framed by soft, clean white light. I could make out the perimeters of the room. I wondered about the ethereal quality of the luminance then I remembered about the snowfall and of being at Franka's house and then the........
H-o-l-y- Shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At once the incredible happenings of the previous evening poured out of the dark closet in which they had spent the sleeping night and hit me like ice rain. I became totally awake, my mind racing.
Did all that crazy stuff with Franka actually happen?
With a start I realised my hands were bound. But not as they had been last night. Rather, they were now bound in front of me! I was looking straight at them. Someone had untied me and retied me like this - two thin loops of a soft cord which girdled my slim wrists. My legs felt as though they had been tied too but by the ankles only and I worked out that I was no longer strapped down to the bed as I had remembered being when Franka kissed me Gut Nacht. Or, at least, as I thought I remembered having been. Perhaps I was fantasising. It had been known! Could it have been a really awesome wet dream?
Also, the suffocating gag and stockings were now removed too. Had they even existed? Probably just as well not, I considered - I might have suffocated during the night.
I looked about the room. I couldn't see the leather ball-gag. I could, however, make out my clothes sitting in a pile on a chair in the corner. The bathrobe I had worn last night was hanging from the door. Everything was so normal and mundane. Normal that is except that I was definitely bound hand and foot! There was no denying that. And being bound was not usual hospitality for an overnight guest. Not even an uninvited one!
I lay back down under the bed sheets and curled myself into a foetal position. It suddenly occurred to me I was naked too. I had made a point of keeping my shorts and T-shirt on when I allowed Franka to tie me up.
Being bound like I was I started - despite my understandable concerns - to feel the first prickings of sexual arousal. The fug in my head was also beginning to clear. I was thinking clearly again.
I tried to recall the sequence of last night's unexpected events. Of being obliged to stay at my German teacher's house due to the heavy snow. My outing as a weirdo poloneck fetishist! Mercy!!! I would never live that one down if word got round. Then of how I had allowed my German Tutor...and colleague of my father's...to tie me up under some crackpot pretext! A task at which she had certainly taken great pleasure in and had, furthermore, taken the extreme and unnecessary measure of hooding and gagging me. Finally, I concluded, I had been sexually assaulted (for that is what it was) before being stripped naked and left to sleep.
I accepted that
yes - it did happen.
And moreover, I fully understood that I had been a willing party to it all. I wanted to experience surrender to Franka and the imposition of restraint. It was not like I did not enjoy it. In wearing my beloved polonecks to German lessons I had dabbled my toes in the water and Franka had swum to where I sat and yanked me clean in!
I am unsure how long I lay there as I had no idea what the time was but presently I heard footsteps descending the stairs followed by the clinking of glasses and clunking of kitchen cabinet doors somewhere below stairs.
This seemed to reawaken in me the spectre of my long held shame in my deviant desires. Oh Hell! I thought, how am I going to face Franka after the shenanigans of last night? I recalled Franka's odd request to tie me up on account of her supposed nervousness. She was definitely the instigator...but that didn't explain my subsequent immature reaction. A nagging voice in my conscience told me I had been wicked and self-indulgent. I should have shown more self-restraint than to get aroused by Franka's request. She would undoubtedly be abhorred by my seedy behaviour and inability to keep my sordid little penis in check!
The bedroom door opened cutting into my thoughts.
Franka came into my room carrying a mug of tea, some juice and a plate of toast. She was already dressed in black sweater and slacks and smelt freshly showered. She looked good. How did I never notice that before?
"Morgen, Leibschen!" she said setting down my breakfast on the bedside table.
"I hope you slept well?" she asked, smiling.
I smiled back shyly and offered a timid guten Morgen. She bid me sit up whilst she perched herself on the side of the bed. She reached for my bound wrists and started fiddling with the knots.
"Let's get your hands free so you can eat your breakfast. You must be a little hungry by now, yes?"
I nodded my head. My mind was confused.
"I don't remember much about last night, Franka." I groaned. "I think I must have had too much Schnapps."
I figured this was the best way to dispel the embarrassment of whatever happened between us last night. If Franka wished not to ever mention it again, that was fine by me. We would just pretend it - whatever it was - never occurred.
Franka shot me a puzzled glance as she fiddled with my bonds.
"I guess the snow must have stopped by now?" I continued. "By the way, thanks ever so much for letting me stay over, Franka." God! Now I was starting to babble!
"There..." she said as she pulled away the last of the wrist ropes and got up from the bed.
"Now eat your breakfast Ryan, then you can take a shower."
She bundled up the rope and tossed it onto the bed before leaving the room.
I waited until she had gone then pulled away the sheets to untie my ankles and hastily pulled on the bathrobe. The hot tea was sweet and I practically gulped it down along with the buttered toast.
The house felt awake now - permeated with the everyday sounds of a radio and morning bustle. The day (a Wednesday I believe) was under way. A telephone rang downstairs. Franka's voice, muffled conversation. I studied the two piles of rope lying on the bed. I felt a thrill chase through me again. Wooow! I thought. I had actually been bound by somebody! And what's more, it had felt great.
I went over to the window and pulled the drapes apart and gazed out at the rare scene. Everything looked different under the blanket of snow; it was no longer the landscape I knew. I also noted with some misgiving that the snow lay very thick around my car, easily up to the wheel hubs. I was not sure how easy it would be to drive the Mini home. I considered I may need to leave the car here and walk?
I showered luxuriously and brushed my teeth with the toothbrush Franka had given me last night. Whilst drying myself off Franka rapped at the door to let me know that there was some clean underwear and stuff for me on the bed. I remember wondering where my own underwear had gone?! No matter.
I got back to the bedroom and found a pile of clothes as promised. I recognised my jeans but that was all - the rest of the clothing was definitely not mine with no T-shirt or socks to be seen.
I gingerly picked up a pair of womens' knickers. They were not the lacy, skimpy kind you might think of as being 'lingerie'. No, these were heavy duty, service pants intended for hard use! Hell! How could she expect me to wear these? I usually wore loose boxer shorts as I hated briefs. Oh well. I guessed my own boxers would be quite mucky now anyway so I swallowed my male pride (such as was left) and pulled on Franka's knickers and found they were not too bad a fit. Some nondescript trekking socks followed then I reached for what I assumed was a dark coloured T-shirt of some kind only to discover with a thrill it was a tight fitting poloneck. Wow! I thought. Trust Franka to find this for me to wear.
Moments later, now fully clothed in poloneck, jeans (and Franka's panties), I went downstairs to look for Franka herself. I found her in the kitchen.
"And how do you feel now you are showered?" she asked looking up from her morning mail.
"Really good thanks Franka, umm, how was your night?"
Franka put her paperwork to one side and patted the chair alongside hers.
"Come and sit down Ryan. Let's talk."
I approached a little reluctantly. I felt nervous. Was she going to mention last night?
"Don't be afraid Ryan, I am not going to bite!"
I tried to relax and sat down. Franka acted motherly and instinctively reached across and adjusted the collar of my turtleneck.
"Now Ryan I know you must feel a little confused about what took place last night, yes?"
I nodded. She forgot to mention embarassed as hell.
"You do remember what happened don't you?"
"Yes." I replied averting my eyes.
"And you enjoyed it, did you not?"
"Yes, very much Franka." I replied again only reddening a little this time. I didn't know what else to say.
Franka regarded me tenderly.
"Gut. I let you sleep and then changed your fetters in case you panicked when you woke up. And, of course, I could not leave you gagged all night!'" she replied.
After a few moments during which she adusted the collar of my sweater again she spoke again.
"So I have a little trip planned for us today Ryan, assuming you have nothing else to do of course..?
I thought quickly.
"No, I have no plans Franka. But what about the snow?" I asked.
"Ach, you Welsh worry so much about a little snow!" she chided amiably. "In Germany we do not let snow disrupt our lives so much."
(I considered this a bit rich seeing as how she had been quite willing to allow the snow to detain me last night!)
"Good then." Franka continued. "So we go into town for coffee today. I shall drive us. The main roads are clear according to the radio. It will be a nice little trip."
I considered for a moment.
"Well if you are sure Franka. I'll just have to phone home to let them know."
She agreed with me before adding rather enigmatically:
"We could look upon it as a continuation of last night's lesson."
'Kay...I wondered to myself. This was slightly unexpected. Heavy snow,
bondage and now...all this stuff about trips to cafes?
She left me to mooch around the house for a little time while she busied herself getting ready. After a short while she reappeared in the lounge carrying a sweater and a red puffa jacket.
"These belonged to David." she explained. "He was a little bigger than you Ryan but I think they should fit."
She threw me her ex-husband's sweater and I shook it out. It was a chunky wool knit with - yes - a poloneck. Although the collar was looser than Franka's monster poloneck I had been made to wear last night it was still a substantial poloneck and I began to feel the familiar stirrings down below. I pulled it over the first sweater. It fitted fine.
"You know, I have my own coat Franka." I said as she held out the puffa jacket for me to get into.
"I know that Ryan but I think you should wear this one today. It's warmer." Franka explained.
I didn't protest. Franka, although quietly spoken, possessed a quality of absolute command. It's a skill that cannot be taught.
The jacket, although slightly big, was actually ok. I quite liked puffa jackets anyway and it felt a lot warmer than my own coat. I didn't know why Franka had insisted I wear it but considering the craziness of what I had just been through wearing someone else's coat was no big deal.
"Now Ryan." Franka said, "I need to explain what I have planned for you today. You
do trust me don't you?"
I said that I thought I did.
"Good. Because you need to know I would never hurt you or be unkind to you. It is very important Ryan."
Oh God! I thought to myself. Now I
was feeling afraid! Why was she talking like this?
"We shall go to town for coffee. That is all. We will sit outside at my favourite cafe bar for a little while and..." she threw her hands into the hair as if to say what's the big deal,"...watch the world go by."
"Sounds good Franka, but why should I be afraid of that?" I asked.
"Exactly.'' she responded, "Why should you be afraid of that?"
"So let's go." I said and went to zip up the jacket.
"Except that is not
quite all Ryan." Franka added.
She took a step closer ro me.
"You see, for this little trip Ryan, you will be tied-up once more."
I stared at her for a moment then laughed out loud.
"Come off it Franka, you can't be serious?" I said. "I can't go outside all tied up! You'll be arrested."
Franka smiled at me patiently.
"Ryan," she said slowly,"You have no idea what I can get away with."
My mind was reeling.
"But Franka," I protested,"This is crazy! I am going to feel like a tit walking through town with my wrists tied! What! Like sitting in a cafe.....? People will see us. They'll think we are...well goodness knows what they'll think...I just can't do it!"
All the while I was having my little protest Franka was methodically taking out stuff from a holdall she'd placed on the kitchen table. Shit! It was rope that she was taking out!
She unravelled some of the rope and stretched it out in front of me. I instinctively stepped back.
"Do you trust me Ryan?" she asked seriously.
I thought for a moment before replying that I did.
"Then believe me when I say that none of your fears will come to pass."
Her assurance mollified me somewhat. I was also, it must be said, turned on by the sight of the rope and very curious as to what she intended to do next.
"Ok then, put your hands in your pockets for me. Go ahead. No! I mean the coat pockets."
I did as I was instructed and imagine my surprise upon discovering that the pockets of the puffa jacket were not lined! They had been cut out completely. My hands had come out the other side. Call me thick but I did not immediately recognise the significance of this (I got smarter with age).
"What the...!?" I started to say whilst Franka, with rope in hand, grabbed my wrists and commenced tying them. She applied herself to her task with careful diligence.
"Oh! I get it now!" I exclaimed (coming to the party a little late).
"When the jacket gets zipped up noone can see my wrists, right? Ingenious!" I laughed.
I had to admit it was good.
I was also a little concerned. Not so much now about being seen tied up but incase something went wrong. There could still be consequences. What if something happened to Franka? I would have to ask someone to untie me? What would they think? Hell!
Franka had crossed my wrists before applying the rope. I guess to make them sit flat against my tummy and now I had a ringside seat as I watched her tie off the final cinch. I gauged there must have been three or four neat loops of white rope around both wrists and of course two links in the cinch. She wasn't finished there however. I watched as she looped one of the two trailing ends down around my belt buckle before joining it to the other one. My bound wrists were now held fast against my waist. I could not bring them up in front of me.
"Wow!" I exclaimed with genuine surprise, "I didn't expect that!"
It also felt exciting.
Franka seemed pleased and gave my turtleneck a playful tug.
"You know what comes next don't you Ryan." she asked. Not so much a question but a declaration.
"Erm, not really Franka." I replied totally in the dark about what I was supposed to know that came next.
"Really Ryan, you disappoint me." she exclaimed as she pulled a huge bath sponge from out the holdall.
I looked at it in total ignorance.
"You're not going to wash me are you Franka?" I tentatively asked.
Franka shook her head in amused exasperation.
"No Leibschen, this is not to sponge you down with!" she chuckled.
I was still none the wiser as I watched her extract a small ankle sock from her bag. However, I started to get a clammy feeling between my buttocks as I watched Franka try to stuff the huge sponge into the sock. I was getting the picture at last.
"Er...Franka. That's not what I think it is, right?"
"I am afraid so, Ryan." came her (slightly) smug reply.
I must have looked thunderstruck as she stopped fiddling with the sock and regarded me carefully.
"Ryan, it is really time to start trusting me now!"
I gulped and tried to stay calm. I was extremely apprehensive, But I would be lying if I said I was not hugely excited at watch she was about to do to me.
Even pressed within its cotton sheath the sponge (a real one) was massive. Franka presented it carefully to my lips and caught the nape of my neck with her other hand.
"Ryan I do not intend to have a conversation with you about this so to save time please open your mouth as wide as you can."
I stared in horror at the huge mass held under my nose.
"But how am I go...aaaaaaaaaaggggmmmmppphhh.....!"
"That's a good boy. Take it all the way in." she said encouragingly.
Keeping one hand behind my neck she used the fingers of her other hand to insert the sponge deep into the corners of my mouth and cheeks. It seemed to be an endless mass of material. I honestly believed it would never get in!
I felt it push against the back of my throat and alarmed I tried to push it away with my tongue.
"Aaahhhhgggghhhhmmmmm....mmmmmmm!"
"Calm down Ryan!" she scolded, "I shall not let you choke!"
Franka finally stopped thrusting the gag in and stepped back. I stood there with my mouth agape trying to build up the courage to try to spit the thing out - although I feared it would be difficult to do even that!
"Good Leibschen, good." she said before leading me gently to a chair where she placed me carefully to sit down.
"Now try to close your mouth for me Leibschen." she asked.
With an effort I managed to bring my lips together although Franka had to poke at a little of the sponge with her finger to allow my lips to touch.
"Excellent! Ryan. That's just what I wanted you to do."'
The mouth packing was so springy and compressed that it took an effort of will to keep my lips together. The whole of my mouth cavity was taken up by it. Although bemused I was powerfully turned on as Franka tenderly squeezed my lips together with the fingers of one hand.
"Just keep your mouth closed for me ok? I have to fetch something."
She methodically turned down the collars of both polonecks before turning away to the kitchen table. With much deliberation and care she appeared to lift something off the surface. She turned around and walked carefully back to me holding what appeared to be a square handkerchief. Sort of hanging down. As she drew nearer I realised thillingly that it was a huge portion of sticking plaster. That could only mean one thing couldn't it?!
She had cut a template for my face from an industrial sized roll of soft medical adhesive tape. This was to be my gag. She had intended it to be wide and long enough to cover the lower part of my face. Indeed, it would turn out to cover right from the bridge of my nose (thanks to a breathing hole for my nostrils) almost as far as my larynx. That would explain why she had taken care to turn down the polonecks. It also crept over my hair amd almost touched both ears.
"Look up for me Leibschen and do not be afraid." she said.
She then brought the sheet toward my chin where its progress was halted. The sticky panel was then allowed to fall down over my face which it covered almost in its entirety.
"Just keep very still Ryan, I will only get one chance with this tape. There. That is perfect."
I felt the cool tape begin to cling to me face even before she had started to smooth it down. It smelt just like a sticking plaster. I felt stupefied with arousal. The ache in my groin was almost too much to bear and my pulsing heart was threatening to explode from out my chest.
Franka smoothed the tape over all my features - over and around my lips and nostrils and around my Adam's apple. It clung fast. My nostrils were pulled down and I breathed easier strangely enough. I let go the tension in my jaw muscles and my mouth did not budge. The packing wished still to expand and escape and kept up its steady pressure within my mouth, except now my jaw was tight shut and would not move so long as the tape stuck fast.
"This is even better than I imagined Ryan!" Franka cooed.
"You look terrific like this, I am very tempted to take you to my bedroom right away."
"Mmmmmmmmmm!"
"However, that is for another day perhaps." she added quickly.
Franka became business like again and went back to her holdall. I watched in a kind of trance as she extricated a roll of gaffer tape.
"More tape Ryan. I am not done with you yet." she explained as she tore off several long strips and stuck them to the table edge.
She took the first one and placed it under my chin abutting my throat. She pulled the ends up until they just stooped short of my eyes. She then added two more in similar positions.
"This is will ensure your mouth cannot open Ryan." she explained.
She then pulled a large portion from the roll but, instead of cutting it, placed it over my already covered lips. Oh God! With one hand around my throat holding the initial portion steady she proceeded to wind the rest of the tape around the back of my head and then back over my mouth at least twice making sure it was taught the whole way round. She took it quite high and it trapped my earlobes. Finally, she reached over for the scissors and severed the tape at the nape of my neck before smoothing it all down.
"That will do I think Leibschen." she taunted.
It certainly did do. The gaffer tape was unnecessary. The medical adhesive tape was stuck fast anyway. But now a tight plastic band encircled my head. It got tighter when I tried to look up. I felt like my eyes were starting to bulge.
Franka came round behind like she had done last night.
"Just breathe normally and remember that I will not let anything happen to you." she whispered into my ear.
I sat there trying to keep my breathing regulated and reduce my heart rate. I was powerfully aware of my erection which I was able to squash with my tied wrists. That made it worse of course. Franka seemed a little overcome herself and took a chair a little way off from me to sit herself down. She sat regarding me thoughtfully.
I didn't try to move or speak. I was totally under her power now. I would do exactly what she said.
After a couple of minutes had passed Franka must have concluded that I was not going to panic or freak out and that it was safe to press on with her plan to take me for coffee!
"Ok Ryan, I think it is time we got going now. Can you stand for me please?"
I took my feet a little groggily and stood there awaiting the next portion of craziness.
From out the magic holdall came an orange 'snood' or 'neck-gaiter'. Just imagine a long turtleneck but without the attaching sweater. Franka scrunched it up and stretched it apart to go over my head. I just stood there and let her do whatever she wished. She pulled the fabric tube down over my face. It was made from very thin nylon so was stretchy but tight. She settled the lot around my neck ensuring the bottom of it was tucked neatly underneath the first of my polonecks. She then adjusted the collars of both polonecks so that they were standing tall once more.
I had guessed her intention.
Finally, she pulled the snood up over my face as far as the bridge of my nose and over my ears. The back was settled at the crown of my head. Just like the stocking mask from last night had been. Boy, this lady clearly favoured certain methods!
I couldn't be sure if the snood would have covered the uppermost portion of tape which stopped just below my eyes - but that was her problem really.
Franka stood back to survey me.
"Ja, that is good." she declared tweaking the fabric here and there.
"You will have to wear sunglasses to hide the top bit of tape though Leibschen".
She reached into the holdall again and produced the promised glasses which she balanced on my nose.
"Ja, that hides all the tape around your face! You see Ryan, noone can see that you are gagged. You poor thing!"
She finished off my outfit with a dark green hunter's cap - you know the sort - kind of furry inside with flaps that come down over your ears which can be tied under your chin.
Franka took great care to lower the cap over my head ensuring the snood was not dislodged. My head felt even more tightly enclosed than ever as she pulled the flaps down around my ears and drew the strings together tightly under my taped up jaw. My senses seemed subdued.
"And now comes the magic Ryan." Franka said proudly as she inserted the coat zipper into its partner and pulled it up to my chin. It felt like being dressed by your mother a little - but only a little!
Excitedly, Franka led me into the hall where I knew there was a full length mirror. She posed me in front of it and asked me what I thought (as if that made any difference).
Staring back at me was a man in a big red puffa jacket with his hands thrust deep into his pockets in the fashion that puffa jacket wearers tend to adopt. His face was framed by the Hunter's hat and his eyes could only be referenced by the big shades.
Where the lower half of his face should have been was now an orange blank, entirely covered as it was by the thin material of the snood. No outline of lips could be seen.
He looked kind of good. Like an Arctic explorer. Strong and confident, stylish even. Noone would guess his true condition. Not in a million years.
I watched as Franka stepped up alongside this man.
"You see Ryan, I can do pretty much what I like, hey?" Franka declared.
"Mmm."