## Dinner time M/Ff

Post by lasse672000 » Mon Mar 12, 2012 8:17 am

“Thank you for a lovely meal”, he said, as he, with a sigh of contentment, looked out over the remnants of what had been a chicken stew and rice. They had been drinking white wine (the daughter the non-alcoholic version), and generally had had a good time, since he arrived a couple of hours ago. Now they just finished their coffee and (for the grown-ups) liqueur. He was dressed in a dark brown, three-piece suit, and the girls in cream-coloured, long-sleeved dresses, almost reaching the floor. They also wore long, thin, white gloves, reaching their elbows.
As he got up, they did the same. He went round the table, and stepped behind them. From one of the pockets of his jacket, he took out two pieces of rope, one of which he used to tie the daughters’ hands snugly behind her back, the other to secure them to her tightly corseted waist. He made very sure she couldn’t reach any of the knots with her fingers. He took one of the linen-napkins, made it into a large ball, and put it in her mouth, and another one he tied around her head, to hold it in place. Thus gagged, she was able to make nothing but the faintest of sounds.
They walked into the mothers’ bedroom and she opened the safe. Thereafter, he tied her hands and gagged her the same way. Having done that, he bent down and tied their knees together, in such a way that they were still able to walk (or hobble, maybe is a better word), but not run. In order to do that, he had to lift their skirts up, thus getting a good look at their legs, clad in white tights. As he got up, he looked into their eyes. Where he could see sheer amusement in ones’, there was a raging anger in the others’. He knew he had the two lovely, tightly corseted women completely at his mercy, and he enjoyed it. Boy, did he enjoy it!
“So, you think this is funny, do you?” he asked her, after having helped himself to most of the contents of the safe. She nodded, with glittering eyes. He put the loot in a small bag, leaving it on the bed. He directed them into the living-room, where he tied the mother to a high-backed wooden chair, and pushed the daughter into an easy-chair, with a footstool in front of it. He tied another rope around her waist, anchoring it to the armrests, and her feet to the stool, sat down on another stool, bent down and took her shoes off. He looked up, with a mischievous smile on his face. By now, she was beginning to look a bit worried, almost panic-stricken. She started shaking her head, as if to say: “Don’t you dare!”
He briefly looked at the mother, who shrugged and had kind of a; “I don’t care”-look on her face, which he took as silent consent.
“I’ve always respected the will of an older person! Thy will, be done!” he told them, as he started slowly running his fingers, up and down the soles of the young woman’s feet. At first, there was nothing. Not a sound could be heard, except for breathing, albeit more and more laboured. Then there was kind of a whining sound, and the feet started, slowly, moving about as if trying, in vain of course, to push his fingers away. He kept it up for a good fifteen minutes, before standing up, letting all of them have a breather. It was only then he realized the mother had been laughing just as hard as the daughter had. Maybe even harder!
“Me doing that to her, was fun, wasn’t it?” he commented. “You’re an evil woman. But, you already know that, don’t you?” She nodded, tears of laughter still running down her face. “Want me to continue?” Another nod made him sit down again. “Hm, I wonder;” he asked no one in particular, “where else could she be ticklish? Maybe here?” He ran his fingers along her long, slender legs to her knees, both outside (going up) and inside (going down) a couple of times. Satisfied by her trying to scream even louder, despite the gag, he henceforth added occasional trips up and down the shins, sometimes even venturing above the knees, to “prolong the torment“, as it were.
Around midnight, after having tickled her feet, and legs, for the best part of four hours, he released her from the easy-chair and stool, but leaving her hands and knees still being tied together. Her mother, he released completely.
“Remember the rules,” he said, as he left, “you don’t release her until one hour from now. And I’ll see you next week.”
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I won’t. Thank you for a lovely evening!” He gave him a kiss on the cheek, and he returned the contents of the safe to her. As he wandered down the garden-path to the gate, he turned around and gave them a wave good-bye, satisfied he had once again, done a good job.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Dinner time M/Ff

Post by xtc » Mon Mar 12, 2012 11:29 am

Charming, as your writing so often is.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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