American Dream Part 9 Added 07/04/17

Postby andylestrange » Wed Jan 25, 2017 11:18 pm

I was forty-three years of age when my wife and I separated. The reasons for this are varied but seemed the correct thing to do at the time. I moved into a flat, leaving her the house, which she shared, with my daughter. I initially warmed to the idea of living the single life, after nearly twenty-three years marriage, and started to move in different social circles.

My job as a Project Manager required me to work at various Nuclear Power Stations throughout the UK, and it was on assignment in Bridgewater that I met Jennifer.

She was twenty-nine years old and was on a three-month holiday in the UK. Jennifer was American and from Los Angeles in California. She had never been to the UK before and was staying with a friend whom she had met on-line. We immediately clicked, her enthusiasm for conversation and need to find out about a new environment re-vitalised my somewhat drained sense of being.

We become instant friends and started going out to Bars, Restaurants and the cinema. Jennifer had a great passion for the “movies” as she called it. This stemmed from her mother, who had acted in a couple of movies in the eighties. Over the next month we developed a relationship, which made me feel as if I was reborn. Gradually we started to get to know each other sexually, despite our apparent age difference. Jennifer did not seem to be bothered about this and started to quiz me on my preferences and fetishes.

I was reluctant to divulge much information regarding this initially, but was soon put at ease by Jennifer’s laid-back attitude and forthrightness about sex.

It soon was apparent that Jennifer shared my enthusiasm for Bondage and related activities. This was like a dream come true and the first time I actually tied her up rates amongst my top memories. She was very adventurous in our
Sessions and she would participate in great bursts of creativity, scripting various role play’s in which we would interact with one another but always ending in Jennifer writhing around Bound and Gagged.

We indulged in straight sex but this was nearly always an add on to our increasingly complex role-play’s. We used sex as a tool, to enhance our role-play experience.

Friday 29th September 2016
My time at Bridgewater was coming to an end and we spoke about this at length one evening. Jennifer was due to fly back to the States in about three weeks but decided to return with me to Scotland, where I had my flat. My next job was at Torness Power Station in Scotland so this arrangement seemed perfect as we could continue with our passion for role-playing.

The evening before we headed north was one to remember.

We had played out several different scenarios where Jennifer had been a variety of characters. Private Detective, Policewoman, Company Executive and even a door-to-door saleswoman. She was actually brilliant at the dialogue making the scenarios more exciting as it became increasingly realistic.

This evening she had an idea that shocked me to the core before I actually thought about it and was instantly hooked.

Jennifer suggested I tightly bind and gag her to a chair and take photographs of her struggling. She would then e-mail the pictures to her mother in America. At first I thought she had flipped as what mother would not be instantly alarmed at photographs of her daughter bound and gagged. Then Jennifer told me her mother was just as much into bondage role-play as she was.

In fact Jennifer had been talking to her mother over the preceding weeks about our activities and said she had been very impressed and wanted to get into the scenarios, albeit from a distance. I asked Jennifer to show me a picture of her mother, who was called Lucinda. She showed me a couple of recent pics and a few when Lucinda had been in the movies. I was struck by her beauty and likeness to her daughter.

We agreed to start the role-play immediately and Jennifer asked me what role I preferred her to play for the scenario. I thought as she was going to be bound and gagged with pictures sent to her mother she would naturally qualify as a kidnap victim. As we has not played to this particular scenario before we got very excited.

Whilst Jennifer changed into her “Damsel Outfit” I got a copy of the day’s newspaper and put it aside for use in the scenario. Jennifer knew what preferences I had and dressed accordingly. I have always got very excited by the sight of women in tights/pantyhose, especially when bound. I was not really a fan of skinny women and Jennifer was well proportioned with shapely legs and athletic thighs. Her tits were small but ample and she had powerful arms.

She came back into the room from the bedroom clad only in a tight fitting white brassiere and nearly black sheer tights. The tight white thong was visible through the sheer nylon as was her red painted toenails showing out of her four inch black mules.

Jennifer had put her hair up and a red silk ribbon held it in place. Her full mouth and lips were glistening with lip-gloss and I immediately felt myself getting hard. She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head at me.

“You ready for this” she asked in her sexy American accent

“You bet I am you Bitch” I replied before moving at pace over to where she was standing and quickly grabbing her and turning her around to face away from me.

I grabbed her arms and pulled them roughly behind her back. Jennifer let out a cry of surprise but this was soon stifled as I clamped my right hand over her mouth while tightening my grip on her arms.

“Now Bitch, are you going to do exactly as I say?” I hissed in her ear to which she shook her head and mmmppped into the handgag.
I immediately yanked her head back violently and repeated the question, this time coercing a reluctant nod of her head.

“Right Bitch, I am going to release you, but be warned any silliness on your part will result in me breaking an finger on your left hand. Do we understand each other?”

Again Jennifer nodded meekly.

I slowly and deliberately released my grip on her arms and took my hand from her mouth. She turned around and looked at me, eyes blazing but excited. I was now in full role-play mode and Jennifer could expect no mercy until we had taken this to a conclusion.

“Put your hands behind your head,” I snarled and she complied interlocking her fingers behind the bun of her hair. I looked at Jennifer admiringly, her strong arms pulled back tautly behind her head, a shadow of stubble staining each armpit. She was standing erect, tits thrust out straining the confines of her brassiere. Powerful thighs and legs encased in sheer nylon.

Jennifer was fully into character as well and she was displaying the feistiness I liked her to display when role-playing.

“Ok you bastard, what now?” She drawled in that wonderful Californian accent.

“Patience you slut! You will find out very soon what is going to happen”

Jennifer looked at me scornfully and sighed.

“Your family is quite wealthy. Wealthy enough to pay a reasonable ransom to spare their Daughter from harm” I said matter of factly.
“You sick Bastard, what are you going to do with me” Jennifer exclaimed in alarm

“Sit down in the chair over there. And no tricks” I barked motioning to a straight-backed wooden chair adjacent to the sofa.

She walked slowly over to the chair and with a look of disgust thrown in my direction slowly sat down. I walked over to the sofa and grabbed a black canvas bag from behind it. The bag contained our role-playing “accessories”

I emptied the contents out in front of the motionless Jennifer who gasped out loud when she saw them.

Coils of thin white cord, several two-inch thick leather straps, a roll of silver duct tape, a red ball gag, a black ball gag, a ring gag, a black penis gag, several thin latex strips. I threw the empty bag on the sofa.

“Alright, get your wrists behind the chair back and cross them” I ordered in a monotone. Jennifer sighed again and unclasped her fingers from behind her head and complied with my instruction.

I moved quickly behind the chair, pausing briefly to grab a coil of cord, and deftly roped Jennifer’s crossed wrists together tightly. I completed the tie with a couple of cinches pulling the cord even more tightly into Jennifer’s wrists.

Jennifer let out a yelp but quickly composed herself again. She was playing the feisty ransom victim to perfection.

I slowly walked around the chair and faced Jennifer who coldly observed me.

I picked up another length of cord and grabbed Jennifer’s left ankle and swiftly bound it to the chair leg. Again the tie was tightly cinched and I repeated this with Jennifer’s other ankle. I was now in full flow and despite Jennifer’s struggles completed the bondage with cords restraining her knees, waist and upper arms.

Finally I moved behind the now furiously struggling Jennifer and tightly cleaved gagged her with a long strip of black latex, the large knot tied in the middle being pulled deep into her gasping mouth.

I stood back to inspect my work.
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Jennifer was tightly welded to the chair with the thin cord cutting into her tanned limbs. She shook her head violently from side to side grunting into the tight gag. Her strong thighs and legs pumping and straining against her bonds. In her desperate struggles her mules had come off her sheer nylon clad feet and she strained her ankles against the unyielding cords.

I watched Jennifer’s struggles for a while, marvelling at the energy she was putting into her role tonight. Then I picked up the newspaper and walked back to the struggling woman.

“OK Enough” I hissed grabbing Jennifer’s hair and twisting it hard enough to extract a scream from behind the gag.

Jennifer ceased her struggles and sat there panting hard from her exertions glaring at me.

I placed the newspaper on her lap and opened it up so that the main page was showing. I then went over to the table where I had placed a digital camera before we began the scenario.

I quickly took half a dozen photographs from various distances and angles but all showing the newspaper page with the date visible. I then went behind the chair and took a couple of pictures of Jennifer’s tightly bound wrists and upper arms.

Jennifer was released from her bonds soon after and sat there in the chair and ungagged herself.

“That was the fuckin best ever,” she whispered in my ear, sitting astride me on the sofa.

I had to agree with her and I fucked her hard without any more conversation, ripping a hole in the crotch of her tights to do so. Jennifer bucked up and down, more excited than I could ever remember, climaxing in a fury of grunts with her nyloned legs wrapped around my back.

Tomorrow we would e-mail the photographs to her mother and await the reaction. I had a feeling this scenario was going to run and run.
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Storyline And Art By Andy Le Strange

End of Part 1
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Re: American Dream

Postby andylestrange » Thu Jan 26, 2017 6:31 am

AMERICAN DREAM Part Two

Saturday 30TH September 2006


We woke early as there was a load of packing to do before we started the long journey North.

Jennifer was still elated after last night’s session and could not stop talking about the proposed scenario involving her mother. As we packed a discussion took place regarding the scope of the role-play.

“This must be special. Mom is coming a long way” Jennifer had sat down and was looking at me expectantly.

“It will be” I replied, “We must work out a plan and stick to it. Your mother must behave like this is real to have the desired effect”

I had no reservation’s regarding Jennifer. Last night proved she was capable of upping another gear from her so far impressive performances. I didn’t know Lucinda and only had Jennifer’s word that she was going to participate with the same enthusiasm as her Daughter.

“Don’t worry about Mom. She is a real actress and is way better than me”

I didn’t say anything and continued to pack. I think Jennifer realised I had concerns things would not work out and I left it at that for now. Hopefully Jennifer would impress upon her Mother the need for reality when she came over. The scenario still intrigued me and I decided to give it a go anyway.

We left at about ten and started the long drive North. Jennifer had put on a tight fitting pair of hot pants with the obligatory sheer tights underneath. A yellow short sleeved t-shirt and a pair of black pumps completed the outfit, the now near invisible red rope marks on her wrists and upper arms barely evident.

The first couple of hours were driven in silence, something was on Jennifer’s mind, and I could sense it.

“Stop at the next services Andy,” She suddenly said

“I’d rather not. We’ve got a long way to go,” I replied slightly taken back by her request.

“No! I need you to pull in”

Reluctantly I took the next cut off for the services and parked the car in the half empty car park.

“Ok. What’s the problem?”

“No problem. I just fancy something. Please say you’ll do it for me?” She said leaning over towards me and putting her hand on my shoulder.

“Look Jennifer, we don’t really have time for this….” I started to protest but was cut off as Jennifer blurted out…”Tie me up and put me in the trunk”

“You what!” I exclaimed in disbelief “Don’t be bloody stupid, what if a police car pulls me over… of worse still we are involved in an accident!”

“Andy…I want this so bad. I’m still buzzing after last night and I want you to do this. Please Andy” She spoke in a way there was not going to be much point in refusing her request. But I still had real reservations about this one.
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“Look…. let's get a coffee and calm down a bit” I attempted to change the track of the discussion but she was having none of it. “Only if you promise to do this for me…please”
We headed for the Starbucks coffee shop and sat down with two Latte’s

“This will be so cool. Don’t you get excited by the element of danger?” She said between sips. I must admit I did. My imagination started to automatically explore the mechanics of Jennifer’s request.

• How…….was I to bind and gag a grown woman and stuff her in the boot of a car in broad daylight, in a motorway service station?

• Method….Of bondage. Jennifer had always left this part to me and didn’t evidently have a preferred position or gag.

• Time….Constraints as I would have to drive even more carefully with Jennifer in the boot bound and gagged. This inevitably meant a later arrival at my flat.

I decided to play along and submit to her request. She would probably get fed up in a darkened car boot and want released in a short while.

“We have to get off the motorway to do this!” I suddenly exclaimed. “It’s far too busy here and I don’t want to get arrested,” I reasoned if I had to do this it would be on my terms. Jennifer looked at me intently and finally nodded her head.”Ok, but I want it to be real”

She was obviously getting into character and preparing herself for this incredibly risky scenario. (This was the first time Jennifer had demanded something as risky as this, but it wouldn’t be the last)

We continued on the journey and took the next exit. It was still relatively early in the day and the country roads we drove were quiet. We searched for an appropriate spot and after a couple of miles a turn off on the left beckoned. The single-track road was deserted and after about half a mile I pulled over and stopped the car.

“Ok what is my purpose in doing this…” I started to say only for Jennifer to punch me square on the nose.

“AARRGGH….FUCK!!!!” I exclaimed shocked by the blow.

“Leave me alone you fuckin pervert…. let me out of here….” Screamed Jennifer grabbing at the door handle. I instinctively leant over and grabbed her by the neck, genuinely taken aback and angry at her unprovoked blow.

“What the FUCK are you doing you crazy bitch?” I shouted only for my anger to subside as I realised Jennifer was in full role-play mode.

I tightened my grip on her despite her struggles and wondered what to do next. I felt myself getting hard as Jennifer struggled against my grip, unleashing a string of obscenities at me. I kept a small tool kit in the car for repairs and it was lying on the rear seat. I grabbed for it while still restraining Jennifer who was still trying to get out the vehicle. I opened the small pouch and fumbled for a long red handled screwdriver.
I got hold of the driver and quickly held it at Jennifer’s neck, just under her right ear.

“Ok you bitch……stop struggling or you get this right through the neck!”

Jennifer instantly calmed down and ceased her frantic struggling.

“You fuckin bastard, get that thing away from me now!” She demanded but my response was to slightly increase the pressure of the blade whilst being careful in case she started any sharp movement.

“Right you, any more sudden moves and you get this good…… understand you fuckin whore!” I shouted at her, feeling myself getting into this bizarre scenario at last.

“Ok..Ok….cool it man” she drawled relaxing her tensioned muscles. “I’ll do as you want, just get it over with quickly!”

I relaxed the pressure on the blade and threw it on the car floor. Quickly I jumped out the vehicle and ran around to her side and flung the door open. “Out Now!” I barked grabbing her bare arm and pulling her out the car. She almost fell, stumbling on the uneven ground in her heels but managed to regain her balance.

“I’ll fuckin teach you to strike me woman!” and with that I gave her an open handed slap across the face. This was the first time we had enacted violence in any of our scenario’s but Jennifer had started it to galvanise me to action and I was now in no mood to disappoint her.

“URGGHH” she exclaimed, startled by the unexpectedness of the blow.

I bundled her into the rear seat and told her to lie face down and put her wrists behind her back. This she did whilst glaring at me over her shoulder. The hot pants had ridden up in the struggle and her ass cheeks were visible along with her athletic nylon clad legs, again making me hard. I went to the rear of the car and opened the boot. I took the bags out until it was empty and unzipped the canvas bag containing our bondage “Accessories”

I removed five lengths of cord and went back to the rear of the car where Jennifer still lay motionless. Quickly looping the cord around her crossed wrists four or five times I tightly cinched the tie. Next I grabbed her elbows and pushed them together, extracting a yelp of pain from Jennifer. She had difficulty naturally touching her elbows and I had refrained from too severe an elbow tie in our time together.

Not so this time as I pulled the cord tightly around her elbows, grinding them together. Jennifer grunted as I cinched the bond but controlled herself immediately, gritting her teeth. She lay there twisting and turning her wrists, testing the bonds.

She had wanted this to be real.

She turned her head to either plead with me or insult me again but her eyes widened with surprise as I jammed the large red rubber ball gag into her open mouth.

“NNNGGHHHHHHH” she tried to object as I pushed the ball behind her teeth, forcing her tongue down into her mouth. She tried to shake her head free of the gag but it was pulled even further into her mouth as I brutally fastened the leather straps behind her head.

Jennifer was fighting the gag and this gave me time to return to the bag and take out a silver bullet vibrator.

We had only ever used this accessory once in our games and Jennifer had not been too keen on its efficiency
as it had pounded her pussy for over an hour.

But I decided she deserved to be tormented totally after basically forcing me into this scenario.

I returned to the now animated Jennifer and deftly pulled her around to face me. Her eyes again widened, this time with concern as she saw the silver device in my hand. Without delay I grabbed her hot pants by the top and forced my hand inside of them and her sheer tights.

“Well Well”…. I smiled “No panties today” as my fingers brushed over her shaped pubic hair. Jennifer launched into a renewed struggle, shaking her head from side to side and mmppphhing into the ball. I thrust the device deep into her pussy and ran the connecting wire up the side of her tights and out outside the hot pants.

Jennifer looked on in trepidation as I connected the wire to the actuator, which I tucked down inside her tights at one side. I then bound her ankles and knees tightly with another two lengths of cord and cinched both bonds.

I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up into firstly a sitting position, and then over my shoulder.

I walked slowly to the boot of the car and gently lowered the bound Jennifer into a sitting position. I lifted her tightly bound legs into the boot and at the same time rolled her over onto her stomach. Finally I tied a length of cord around her elbow bonds and pulling her ankles up and back, connected the cord around her ankles.

Jennifer grunted into her gag as I slowly pulled the hogtie rope tighter and tighter, eventually forcing the heels of her pumps to rest on her ass. As a parting shot I took a latex strip, usually used in our scenarios as a drum tight or cleave gag, and tied it to her hair. The other end was connected to her four-inch heels of her pumps.

Jennifer’s body arched back as her head was pulled up and back. She started thrashing around but could not move much due to the severity of her bonds. I surveyed the struggling woman and realised that I had never bound her this tight before. It was too late to apologise and untie her so I decided she would just have to take the medicine.
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As a final insult I reached down and turned on the bullet vibrator. Jennifer immediately went as stiff as a board as the pounding, thrusting device started its cycle. I closed the car boot and locked it before walking back to the driver’s door and getting in.

I could hear Jennifer’s muffled grunts and her heels scraping the inside of the car boot as she bucked around fighting her bonds and the torment of the vibrator.

I decided to leave her to think about the consequences of her request for at least an hour and drove off towards the motorway again.

End of Part 2
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Re: American Dream

Postby xtc » Thu Jan 26, 2017 6:38 am

Thanks for putting both chapters in the same post. Makes it much easier for people to follow the story.
I shall magic the other post out of existence.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

Re: American Dream

Postby andylestrange » Thu Feb 23, 2017 2:47 am

Part 3: Planning

Saturday 30TH September 2006




Jennifer sank back in the passenger seat and let out a deep sigh. She was still dressed exactly the way she was when she had gone into the boot, apart from the pumps, which she had taken off her aching feet.

Deep red rope marks were plainly visible on her wrists, elbows, above knee and ankles and her full mouth had marks at each corner from the ball gag straps.

In brutally binding Jennifer and consigning her to the car boot I had taken the intensity of our bondage games to a new level. This was what she was trying to come to terms with and I was not sure what her reaction was going to be.

I had released her after approximately an hour. During that time I drove carefully and well within my limits. Her struggles were very vocal for the first half hour and then trailed off as she exhausted herself fighting her bonds. By the time I opened the boot and untied her she was totally defeated.

I had helped her out of the boot and back into the passenger seat of the BMW.

We drove in silence only broken by the occasional sound of her trying to work some circulation back into her aching limbs. The bullet vibrator was still buried deep in her pussy but had been turned off when I released her. She looked over at me and still rubbing her nylon-clad legs started laughing.

I turned towards her puzzled that she found the preceding ordeal amusing but knew right away that this was the laughter of approval, not disapproval.

“I certainly asked for that Andy, didn’t I?” she said in a low voice.

It was a sentiment I fully agreed with. She had started the scenario and had in fact goaded me into the brutality that I responded with.

“Well to be perfectly honest with you…yes,” I replied in a matter of fact voice, giving nothing away of my reservations that I may have gone too far.

“Well I think it was wonderful. I have never been tied like that before and must have came dozens of times. Not just the vibrator but the realism of the situation made me”

She stared intently at me “We must keep up the same level when Mom gets here. I know she will love that kind of intensity.”

It was then I realised Jennifer had been testing me. She wanted to see just how far I would go to inject realism into the situation. She was sure taking this Mom thing seriously.

We stopped again for coffee and started to discuss the proposed scenario in more detail. We agreed the ransom thing was the best way to go and planned to send Lucinda the photos of the bound Jennifer when we arrived in Scotland. The photos would be accompanied by a ransom demand payable by Lucinda in person. To enhance the reality of the scenario I would have little contact with Lucinda, apart from interaction in the role-play. All preceding arrangements would be done by Jennifer direct with her Mother.

Jennifer rang Lucinda from the coffee shop to discuss the plan in more detail. I had made myself scarce for the duration of the call and when I returned Jennifer was grinning from ear to ear.

“Mom is really excited about our plans. She has told me some preferences she would like in the scenario, can we discuss these now and agree on them?” Jennifer blurted out

“Certainly, but the scenario will take its own course. We can’t influence this by what your Mother prefers”. I decided to take control of this from the beginning and not be dictated to by whims, likes or dislikes.

“Fair enough Andy, but Mom would be grateful if you can put up with one or two little things” Jennifer replied.

“Ok, what are they?” I asked

“Right, the first thing is that she asks if you would ensure she is tightly gagged at all times. Of course there will be exceptions like meal breaks and interrogations if you are going down that route but overall this is what she wants”

I had no problems with this request. In fact I had planned both women would be gagged for almost the entire scenario.

“Ok, that’s an easy one. Next”

“Mom would like fairly strict treatment. She is going to be fully into this and she will expect the same in return”

Again no problem. Lucinda would get no quarter during the scenario.

“Lastly if you are going to fuck her she would like both anal and ordinary penetration”

I nearly spat out my coffee at this. “ Your mother said that?” I gasped trying to regain my composure.

“Yes” Jennifer burst out laughing at my reaction “ Mom is a bit of a girl.”

I had practiced unprotected sex with Jennifer during our time together and would imagine she told her mother this. Presumably there would be no problem with Lucinda.

“When is she coming over?” I asked, feeling excitement build up just discussing the situation.

“Next Thursday, she…well we thought the thing could be done over a weekend” Jennifer looked hesitatingly at me. We had never done a role-play for that length of time and would require some detailed planning on my part to keep it interesting.

“Ok, we’ll go for that then. I can take the Friday off as a holiday. You sure your Mother realises what she’s getting into?”

“Oh yes. Absolutely Andy. She has never been involved in anything like this before and she’s determined to make it work on all levels”

“We will send the pics and ransom note tonight. This will be the start of the scenario and your Mother should act accordingly,” I confirmed. “Does she know of my preferences regarding dress code ect ?”

“Yes. I have fully briefed her. She will not be a disappointment, don’t worry”

I found myself imaging Lucinda clad only in sheer tights, frog tied and ball gagged, struggling while Jennifer was bound to a chair looking on.

Jennifer was still rubbing her wrists. She caught me looking at her and smiled.

“You were fantastic today. I want that level of commitment all next weekend” She whispered

“No problems, I just hope you and your Mother know what to expect”

End of Part 3
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Re: American Dream

Postby andylestrange » Thu Feb 23, 2017 2:49 am

Part 4: Ransom Note

Sunday 1st October 2006


We had a long lie in after not arriving until ten thirty at night.

We had just dropped into bed knackered from the journey and went straight to sleep. The unpacking and other stuff could wait.

I woke about six o’clock as usual and got up to make coffee. Jennifer was still asleep and I didn’t bother to wake her. I sat down in the living room of the flat and drank the bitter liquid, as I hadn’t any milk to put in it.

Whilst sitting there I planned out the next twelve hours activity and to a lesser degree the next week’s. Jennifer’s mother was arriving on Thursday and a lot of stuff pertaining to the visit and the success of it had to be planned out.
However this could wait until we were sorted for the immediate future and I started to write down a list.

By the time Jennifer surfaced at ten I was in full swing and already had been out for provisions. I had opened all the flat’s windows to air the rooms and had put the groceries away. I made Jennifer Coffee, black and strong, and sat down with her to discuss the week ahead.

The rope marks on Jennifer’s wrists and ankles were still visible, a reminder of my uncharacteristic brutality on the journey to Scotland. She didn’t seem to mind however and excitedly discussed the impending visit of her mother.

“Her flight from L.A. gets into London around two o’clock in the afternoon. She then catches the three thirty shuttle to Glasgow, meaning she will be ready to pick up around five” I could tell Jennifer was looking forward to this intensely. I was also but would temper my enthusiasm for the moment until I was entirely convinced that Lucinda knew exactly what she was getting into.

“We can go meet her at the airport and maybe have dinner before coming back here. Mom will need a good rest before we begin the scenario on the Friday.” Jennifer babbled away. “Do you have a plan worked out to deal with us both Andy?” She put her head on her arm and peered at me with that cheeky look of hers.

“Of course I do. One thing you should know about me by now is that I am always well organised” I replied with a slight smile. “I think you will find my plans exceed your expectations.”

The rest of the day was passed by unpacking and similar boring stuff. We went out for dinner at seven, popping into the local Indian Restaurant, which was very good. We turned in early, as I had to be at the Power Station for seven the next morning.

Monday 2nd October 2006

The first day at the Station was full of the necessary preliminaries that take place when one is working on a Nuclear Facility. The usual security arrangements and documentation took nearly four hours. Not everyone can work on these facilities and those that can have to be carefully vetted and approved before being issued with an unescorted pass. As I had been working in this environment for many years my security clearance was second to none but I had still to learn and follow some site rules local to this facility, like the method of measuring daily radiation doses, which was not the same as my previous site.

I eventually got away from the Station about four thirty and drove straight to the pub. I had booked holidays for Friday and Monday and would now turn my attention to planning the weekend’s activity with Jennifer’s Mother.

I sat in the corner booth of the pub with a notepad and a pen. I sketched three columns on the paper and inserted headings in each.

Column 1…….Day

Column 2…….Bondage/Reason

Column 3……Victim/Method

I had always planned out scenarios on paper previously and viewed this as no exception. It made for a smoother role-play when you knew exactly what to do next, although from time to time a certain level of improvisation was necessary. From Jennifer’s description of her Mothers previous time as an actress I reckoned that she would be improvising as well. She would probably try to catch me out during the scenario and I would probably have to double guess certain situations.

Jennifer on the other hand was fairly easy to read in any situation and was very good at adapting to my ideas and going along with them, so I didn’t envisage any problems there. My challenge would be her Mother.

I scribbled certain ideas down in each column and then started again with a fresh piece of paper. I called this technique “Brainstorming” and had been a method I used in work to solve technical problems and plan solutions. After I had about ten pieces of paper in front of me I took each one in turn and deleted certain entries on each. When I was left with the ten modified papers I had the bare bones of the scenario.

As I wanted to keep this from Jennifer these papers would not be seen front of her. I put them in my briefcase for reviewing at the next stage of the scenario. I required to know from Jennifer what arrangements she had discussed with her Mother and where these fitted into the scenario formulating in my head.

Jennifer had spoken on the phone to her Mother during the day. She informed me they had a long chat about the upcoming weekend and had several final points that I would integrate into the scenario. A couple of these were the same as previously stated and Jennifer was to relay my comments to her Mother. (My Comments in Italic’s)

1. The scenario should begin on Friday morning as Jennifer thought her Mother would need a good rest after her long haul journey. (This made sense and I agreed)

2. The two women would try at all times to escape. If escape were successful the scenario would be over. “Escape” would be classified as being successful if either woman managed to free herself of her bonds and dialled 911 on the telephone to simulate calling police, or caught me by surprise in any way. (This also made sense. It would give the scenario a real edge and also keep me from getting sloppy. The call number 911 in the UK does not call the emergency services)

3. Lucinda was to be tightly gagged at all times, although the final decision would be made by myself. (I had no problem with this).

4. If a sexual element was involved there was a request by Lucinda for both Anal and Vaginal penetration. (Again there was no objection despite my relative distaste for Anal sex. It would only apply to Lucinda as Jennifer shared my thought on this type of sex)

5. There was to be no safe sex practiced during the scenario. (Agreed as this would also inject an element of realism)

6.Lucinda had been fully informed of my preferences for the women to wear Tights at all times during bondage. I would have the powers of discretion to alter this rule if I deemed it appropriate. (Agreed)

7. I would be responsible for issuing the garments for wear each day in the morning. (Agreed. I had already started noting the requirements on my master copies in my briefcase)

8. There would be a toilet break each morning before commencement of the day’s activities. Food and water would be supplied at my discretion. (Agreed)

9. Any interrogation techniques would be at my discretion. Although there was a request from both women that these would not involve any undue pain or marking of skin, apart from rope marks. (I did not wish to cause any pain to either woman although a degree of discomfort was acceptable. Agreed)

10. Both women were to struggle and fight the ropes at all times. (Absolutely necessary)

11. No safe words were to used. (I was a little unsure regards this as I had once participated in a scenario where things got a little out of hand. I decided to give this some thought and make the decision later)

12. I was to e-mail Lucinda the photograph’s taken of Jennifer in Bridgewater along with a ransom note tonight.

Jennifer was buzzing with excitement and she practically begged me to bind her there and then. “Andy, can we have a small game before bed?”

I wasn’t going to suggest any role-play before Friday, as I wanted both women fresh and more than ready with anticipation for when the scenario would begin. However I thought that it may enhance the situation if when I was mailing Lucinda, Jennifer should be in character as well.

After dinner I went over to the computer and started loading in the photographs of the chair bound and gagged Jennifer. Jennifer sat on the sofa watching me intently.” I think some of these pics are so fuckin hot!” she commented. “I was so hot when you were taking them Andy”

“I know, I was there remember?” I said, wishing she would shut up and let me get on with this. I had slipped into the role of kidnapper almost unnoticed.

“Yeah, its gonna be real cool when Mom comes over”

As this latest comment distracted me again from the task I suddenly got up and moved over to Jennifer. She gasped as I shoved her down on the sofa, and then quickly turned her over so that she was lying on her stomach.

Jennifer had been lounging about the flat all day and had not bothered to change into clothes. Instead she wore her white bed time t-shirt over a pair of sheer brown tights. Her feet were bare, displaying her perfectly painted dark red toenails under the sheer nylon.

I grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her, quickly pulling a length of cord from my trouser pocket and binding them tightly. I didn’t cinch the bonds and she was still bucking about as I tied her ankles together, again without cinching. “I think you should be bound and gagged the same as a real kidnap victim would be, as I mail the stuff to your Mother” I explained to Jennifer as she started to understand my meaning and quickly get in character.

“Yu fuckin scumbag, let me loose..MMPHHHHHH” She gasped before I tightly gagged her with the large oval black ball gag that I had hidden down the side of the sofa.

Strapping the ball in place I picked up another long length of cord and cinched Jennifer’s wrists with it. I then pulled her ankles backwards and wound the cord between her ankles, effectively hog-tying her. She thrashed around groaning into the gag and glaring at me.
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“At last, some fuckin peace and quiet” I said to myself as I turned back to the computer and started typing the ransom note.

Dear Mrs ******

Please find attached pictures taken recently of your daughter, who despite being rather tightly restrained is unhurt and in good shape.

This may not be the case if you do not accede to my demand of $500,000, to be delivered by yourself at a place to be determined.

As you can see from the photographs the newspaper date is 30TH September. You have until tomorrow at 1500hrs to agree to our demand or you will never see your daughter again.

If you are thinking of calling the authorities about this I don’t need to remind you that this course of action would have the same effect as not paying the money.

Jennifer has been stripped to her underwear and has been tightly bound and gagged as I write this. Find attached a photograph of her to remind you that I am not joking.

You have until 1500 tomorrow to respond

I took a photograph of the struggling Jennifer and loaded the file from the camera into the computer. Jennifer had gotten the moment just right and her pleading eyes, wide over the large ball gag were perfect.

I attached the files to the e-mail and sent them to the address Jennifer had given me for her mother.

I turned back to the struggling Jennifer and watched her for a while. She was indeed a superb kidnap victim, playing out the bondage scene to the limit. Her strong, athletic legs straining against the hogtie whilst her hands were flexing and unflexing constantly. Her full lips were wrapped around the ball in her mouth, slight dribbles of saliva working their way out from behind the gag and running down the sides of her mouth.

Jennifer was thrashing around, helpless in the simple but effective hogtie. I decided to let her do her best while I looked out my notes that I had jotted down in the pub and try and finalise the scenario. I visualised a long weekend of bondage for both women, but even more severe for Lucinda. Before I sat down and reviewed the notes I tightly applied a cord crotch rope to the squirming Jennifer who groaned into her gag as I pulled it tight, the cord cutting into her by now soaking wet crotch, only restrained by the nylon of her tights.

I reckoned that Jennifer would be turned on even more if I made things more uncomfortable for her Mother. And in the main this scenario was for Jennifer’s benefit, not her Mother’s whom I didn’t even know. So I decided there and then I would have to bind and gag Lucinda even more stringently than her daughter, although Jennifer would be bound and gagged tightly at all times as well.

From the photographs of Lucinda she was smaller than Jennifer, who at Five feet Eight was quite tall for a woman. Lucinda had been an ex-gymnast and dancer before getting her break in the movies. Subsequently she had developed big, powerful shoulders/arms and her legs were well built and athletic, like Jennifer’s but smaller and more compact. Her tits were smaller than her daughters but looked from the photos as if her nipples were well developed. She looked well younger than her forty-six years and had aged well.

I got quite hard visualising the tight bondages she would be subjected to and her superb, full mouth silenced by a variety of tight gags. Apparently she had something about being gagged, hence her request not to be left ungagged even for a moment. My concentration was broken by the repeated rasps of Jennifer’s sheer nylon clad thighs gyrating together and thrusting her now throbbing pussy against the crotch rope. Her muffled screams and grunts filled the room as she came violently, smashing her crotch up and down against the sofa whilst wildly shaking her head from side to side. She suddenly went limp as the tremors of her exertions drained her.

I left her to recover and finished writing up the notes. I was looking more and more to the weekend and was confident I would not disappoint the women in any way at all.

End of Part 4
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Re: American Dream

Postby andylestrange » Thu Feb 23, 2017 2:56 am

Part 5: Pick Up

Thursday 5TH October 2006 6am


I awoke at the usual time of six o’clock. I left Jennifer sleeping as it was to be a big day for her. In more way’s than one.

The days up to now had gone in like a flash. My new assignment at the Power Station was settling down to a familiar routine and that out the way left me to concentrate on the weekend ahead.

On Tuesday we received a reply from Lucinda in response to the ransom note I had sent. This arrived when I was a t work but on my instructions Jennifer didn’t open it until I arrived home.

To whom it concerns

I agree to pay the requested ransom of $500.000 and will deliver this in a sealed bag anywhere in the UK I am directed to.

On receipt of this money I expect my daughter to be released into my care immediately.

Let me know of meeting place by return

Lucinda ******

Short and to the point. It showed an understanding of the mechanic’s of our scenario and augured well for the success of the weekend.

I had replied that same evening with the information Lucinda required.

Flight Number BA 3665 1525 Hrs London Heathrow to Glasgow International

When through channels go to the top tier of the car park opposite terminal two.

I will be waiting for you and will approach you.

You are to do exactly as I say…. No further warnings

Jennifer wasn’t to see this e-mail. I wanted to keep her out the loop at this point as I developed the scenario in ways of my own.

There had been no further contact at this point between Jennifer and Lucinda. I had forbad this, pointing out that both women should get into character for the remainder of the week. Jennifer agreed and apparently so did Lucinda because she did not mail or call Jennifer. Another sign that she was taking this seriously.

I made breakfast and served Jennifer in bed.

“We had better leave about four. Mom’s flight will land at half past and we don’t want to be late. Did you arrange to meet her in the terminal?”

“Yes, where else?” I lied

“It’ll be so good to see her, I can’t wait” Jennifer happily chirped

“You had better get up and get dressed” I said to Jennifer in a monotone.

She had not realised that the scenario had already begun in my mind.

Thursday 5TH October 2006 1400hrs

Jennifer had been in the bathroom for an hour and a half.

I Sincerely wondered where women get the patience to make themselves look good every day in life. At last Jennifer came through to the living room and turned around theatrically to show off her outfit. “Voila Andre” she stated in a mock French accent.

She was wearing a bright yellow t-shirt, which was very tightly drawn, over her upper body. She had on a tight white brassiere which pushed her tits through the cotton t-shirt, which stopped about three inches from her waist, revealing a strip of tanned flesh. Her long legs were clad in a pair of dark blue Levi’s, which hugged her every curve. A pair of knee length side zipped black leather boots topped off the outfit. I must say she looked absolutely sensational.

“You look sensational” I complimented in the same monotone. She still hadn’t detected the danger signs of my change in persona.

“Well thank y’all kind sir” she drawled, “I’m just a little ole southern gal who likes to please”

“Well we had better get going” I stood up and motioned her forward, “After you”

Jennifer walked towards the front door, briefly pausing to pick up her handbag, which she casually slung over her shoulder. I walked behind her and just before she opened the door grabbed her arms, pinning them to her sides and hand gagged her. “AGGHHHHHH..MMPHHHHHHHHHH????” Jennifer exclaimed through my large hand.

I walked her backwards into the flat and through to the bedroom. She was unresisting for the first ten seconds or so and then, realising what was happening started struggling furiously. “LLTTTMMPPGGHHHO” she screamed into the hand gag, trying to kick my shins with her heeled boots.

I got her into the bedroom and threw her down on the bed. She struggled against my grip turning her head to look at me “What the fuck are you doing…. this isn’t supposed to happen…what the fuck….no ..No” she stuttered as she saw me pick up the small brown bottle and remove the top.

A sweet pungent odour filled the bedroom as I poured a quantity of the clear liquid on to a cloth, which I had already previously put on the bedroom dresser with the small bottle. Still holding Jennifer down with my right arm, I applied the cloth over her nose and mouth and pushed it hard into her face with my left hand. Jennifer’s eyes widened over the cloth and she started bucking around as the ether buried its fumes into her airways.

“NNNGGGGGHHHHHHH”

She slowly ceased her struggles and with a soft sigh went limp.

I took the cloth from her face and put the lid back on the bottle. The strong odour was still evident and I opened the window to air the room. An old friend who had been a medical student had given the ether to me a while ago but I’d had no opportunity to use it in a practical sense until now. Ether was harmless apart from an aching head and nausea for an hour as opposed to chloroform, which used in an application like this could cause damage to internal organs.

I looked at my watch: 1420. Time to get Jennifer prepared.

Thursday 5TH October 2006 1700hrs

I parked the BMW on the top tier of the airport car park well away from other cars. In my by now totally immersed character I automatically checked for the coverage of security cameras in the park. It would pretty much spoil the whole fuckin weekend if I got nicked for abducting a passenger in the airport!

Satisfied there was no threat from surveillance in the section I had parked, I sat in the car and awaited the arrival of Lucinda. I had no idea how she would react when she realised that Jennifer was not here with me to greet her, as had been arranged.

My logical thinking completely ruled out Jennifer’s presence at the airport for two reasons.

Firstly the scenario would be better served from the reality of Jennifer being held elsewhere whilst I obtained the ransom. There was no good reason for the abductee to be here at the meet.

Secondly I had engineered this development as a change to the agreed scenario, which should serve to both women the unpredictability of my thinking. A reminder that they should not take me for granted.

I was not sure Lucinda would agree with this reasoning, Jennifer certainly had not been impressed, but if she had a problem with it well Fuck her. She would have to deal with it the same, as she would have to deal with all sorts of challenges over the weekend. I had decided to throw Lucinda in at the deep end despite her obvious jet lag and fatigue from her long journey.

Lucinda would just have to deal with this.

Thursday 5TH October 2006 1755 hrs

Still no sign of Lucinda.

Maybe her flight had been delayed and I logged into the British Airways web site with my smart phone to see if this was the case.

Flight BA 3665 1525 London Heathrow to Glasgow International
Flight Delayed until 1720 hrs

My relief was instantaneous.

She would be with me very soon and I started to prepare.

I opened up the glove compartment and took out three sets of handcuffs. I had purchased these on line from an Army/Navy store and these were the real deal unlike those toy town pieces sold on bondage web shops. They had real key locks and were fully adjustable for various sizes of limbs. Finally a three-inch galvanised steel chain held the cuffs together.

Also in the glove compartment was a roll of flesh coloured two-inch wide surgical bandage. This was to be used to gag Lucinda if required.

A door opened in the stairway exit at the far end of the rooftop car park. The door was about eighty yards away from where I was parked and a figure clad in black walked out, stopped and looked around. The figure was feminine, and on seeing my car parked the furthest distance away from the stairway, started to walk towards it.

The black clad figure moved gracefully, almost like a cat. Perfectly balanced, her approaching figure quickly revealed she was wearing a black suit jacket and skirt, which stopped, just above her knees. She wore a white turtleneck sweater under her jacket and on her legs she had a pair of black tights/stockings ending in a pair of black patent pumps.

Wow.
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I got out the car and awaited her arrival. She had a pair of sunglasses on and her dark hair was blowing about in the wind. It struck me she looked every inch an ex movie actress, confident and assured as she strode down the concrete path towards me, her pumps clicking away like a staccato.

She slowed and stopped about five yards from the car. She looked at me intently from behind the shades. A small holdall in her left hand.

“What the fuck do I call you then?” she spat

“Anything you want, I don’t really care” I replied adopting the monotone again and slipping back into character.

“Have you got the merchandise?” I asked flatly

“Where is my daughter you Fuck?” she asked angrily, trying to look behind me into the car.

“She’s safely tucked away. You’ll see here in a little while. Now I ask again, have you got the merchandise?”

As I doubted Lucinda actually did have $500k on her person I was intrigued to find out how she would handle this situation. I wasn’t to be disappointed.

“I’ve got half of it, in a fashion. Why don’t we talk about it on the way to wherever you’re taking me?” Lucinda said confidently.

I decided to play along with her for the time being. “Ok. We’ll talk on the way”

I walked over to her and took the holdall from her. “This can go in the boot, but I warn you now, any smartass talk and you will join it”

Lucinda laughed and shook her head mockingly. “The big bad-ass kidnapper. Come on buster, lets get going. This fuckin cold weather doesn’t agree with me” At this she opened the back door and sat in the seat.

I quickly threw the holdall into the boot and walked around to the seat where Lucinda sat. Reaching into the front of the car I picked up the sets of cuffs and then bent down and hissed in her ear.”Alright you bitch…. hands behind your fuckin back” Lucinda smiled and slowly put her hands behind her, her perfectly manicured and painted nails glistening in the twilight of the evening sun.

I reached into the car and pushed her head and shoulders forward. She didn’t resist as I locked the cuffs on her tanned wrists and clicked them shut. I then bent down and attached one set of cuffs to the metal frame of the drivers seat and snapped the other around the metal chain of the third set. These were then quickly attached to Lucinda’s sheer nyloned ankles so that they were held fast against the seat.

I then sat in the drivers seat, started the car and drove off. We drove in silence for the first ten minutes, Lucinda twisting and testing the cuffs that restrained her.

“Ok Bitch. Where is the money?” I eventually asked watching Lucinda closely in the driver’s rear view mirror. “ There is half of a left luggage ticket in my purse. The other half is in a locker at Heathrow. When I have Jennifer released I will give you the number of the locker, which of course I memorised” Lucinda smiled at me in the mirror.

“That wasn’t the deal. You were to bring the money here” I said, slightly shocked at this new development in the scenario.

“Tough. That’s the way it is buster. You release my daughter and you’ll get the money, but if she has been harmed I’ll fuckin kill you, you son of a bitch!!” Lucinda was really getting into her role now. Jennifer had been right, her mother was an excellent actress who was playing her role to perfection so far.

I could not let Lucinda take control of the situation, which she was attempting to do. I pulled the car over and stopped. I reached over and opened the glove box, taking out a pair of large sunglasses. I had specially prepared these earlier, masking out the Len’s interior with black paint so that it would be impossible to see out of them.

I reached over to Lucinda and removed her real sunglasses. Her big brown eyes watched me with suspicion. “Here put these on. I think you’ll find the view interesting.” With that I applied the glasses to her eyes. “Try and take them off and I will tape them back on.” I said in the monotone again.

Lucinda was startled by this counter move but regained her composure almost immediately.” Whatever Fuckwit. It’ll need more than a pair of trick sun glasses to make me tell you what you want to know.”

This time it was my turn to laugh. “You’ll be more than happy to tell me by the start of next week” I said flatly whilst looking at her in the mirror. “You’re making a big mistake in playing the tough bitch”

“We’ve spoken enough. You had better gag me” Lucinda whispered, a new anxious anticipation in her voice. She was still trying to control the situation by getting me to do what she wanted.

“No, I think I’ll let you travel without your mouth packed for a while. Plenty of time to fill your mouth later” I said, starting the car again and driving on to our destination with a slightly frustrated Lucinda sitting helpless in the back of the car.

End of Part 5
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Re: American Dream

Postby andylestrange » Thu Feb 23, 2017 2:57 am

Part 6: Together Again

Thursday 5TH October 2006 1950hrs


The rest of the drive to my flat had been uneventful.

We drove in silence, broken only by the intermittent clanging of the cuffs on the metal frame of my drivers seat as Lucinda tested her bonds. I watched her in the rear view mirror but her expressionless face gave nothing away.

She was actually more attractive in the flesh than in the photos Jennifer had shown me. Dark hair framed a pretty face with a slightly square jaw. A pair of lips that I bet could suck an egg through a fuckin straw and a narrow nose complimented each other perfectly. Lastly her big, deep brown eyes that no doubt would have been watching me closely if it weren’t for the darkened glasses.

I parked the BMW in the space reserved for my flat and turned the engine off. There was no one around and I decided to make a quick exit before we were observed.

I turned to face Lucinda and spoke in a low menacing whisper.

“Alright you fuckin boot, we’re going to get out the car and walk a short distance to my house. You will not speak or cry out. If you do so I will make you watch me fuck your daughter and then I’ll fuck you. This is the only warning you will be given.” Lucinda nodded. “Good” I hissed and got out of the car and moved around to the back door and opened it.

I knelt down and unlocked the cuffs around Lucinda’s ankles with the small silver key, releasing them from the cuffs attached to the seat. I then grabbed her arm and pulled her up and out of the car. Closing the door I briskly walked over to the front door of the flat, carefully guiding the blinded American by the arm.

At the door I looked around to see if anyone was watching. All quiet.

I unlocked the door and pushed Lucinda through it and into the small hallway of the flat. She stood there turning her head to try and work out where I was.

“Ok, you can sit down now” I said taking her arm and guiding her over to the sofa. She sat down, wrists still cuffed behind her.

“How about the trick glasses coming off?” She inquired

“They stay on for a bit longer, bitch,” I flatly decreed “I am in control of this fuckin situation so deal with it” Lucinda laughed softly and shook her head.

“Ok, if you insist” her mocking reply

Ignoring her for the time being I went into the bedroom and checked on Jennifer.

She was where I left her earlier, except she was now fully awake and was not in the best of moods. The ether had left her with a painful dull ache in her head and the tight black leather straps that bound her arms and wrists to her sides were starting to throb.

Jennifer sat in a straight-backed chair, her upper body bound as described and her booted legs also attached to the chair legs by two more straps. She strained at the bonds and glared at me. I had probably disappointed her by making her stay here while I met her Mother but this was for the benefit of the scenario, so she could just get on with it.

I hadn’t gagged her because of the possibility of nausea from the ether but as she apparently had none of these effects, I immediately stuffed a white cloth into her mouth and wound a scarf tightly around to keep it in. She was still a bit groggy with the effects of the ether and after the initial surprise did not offer too much resistance.

I returned to the living room where Lucinda still sat on the sofa. I approached her and removed the glasses from her eyes. She blinked as the brightness of the room momentarily blinded her, then she looked around, taking stock of her surroundings.

She fixed me with a glare and spat ”Where is my Daughter you Bastard?”

“In there” I motioned with my head in the direction of the bedroom. “She’s perfectly safe, for now!”

“You wont get anything from me you prick!” Lucinda said in a loud voice “I demand you let us go at once!”

It was my turn to laugh. “Don’t be fuckin ridiculous woman. You and your slut Daughter are going nowhere until I get the money!”

“Where is she, I demand to see her” Lucinda repeated. I went over to her and slapped her hard across the face with my open left hand. The unexpected blow sent her reeling back on the sofa, her skirt riding up exposing a superb pair of nyloned thighs.

“YOU…YOU… FUCKIN BASTARD” she exploded, taken aback by the blow. I grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the sofa, pushing her in front of me and through the hall door towards the bedroom.

Lucinda was bundled into the bedroom and stood frozen by the sight of her bound Daughter. “MMMPPPHHHHHHHHHHH” Jennifer bucked around in the chair, eyes pleading at her Mother.

“Don’t worry Babe, this joker ain't getting the satisfaction” Lucinda had managed to regain her control and spoke evenly and deliberately. She turned and faced me.

“Now what?”

“Time to get ready for bed bitch” I flatly replied. Moving over to her I unlocked the cuffs on her wrists and quickly backtracking I pulled a Tazer from my inside jacket pocket. “Now you ought to know what this is capable of, right?”

Lucinda froze when she saw the device and nodded her head in acknowledgement. “Good, we understand one another then. Ok go over to Jennifer and take off the straps.”

Lucinda moved quickly over to Jennifer and started unbuckling the leather straps that bound her daughter to the chair. When Jennifer’s upper body was unstrapped Lucinda bent down and started to undo the right ankle while Jennifer dealt with the left. When Jennifer was released completely she ungagged herself, spitting out the rag onto the floor.

“Are you ok babe, has this fucker touched you or hurt you in any way?” Lucinda asked Jennifer with an air of concern.

“No, not really. Just tied me up and stuff Mom” Jennifer lied

“Sorry to interrupt this touching reunion Ladies, but it’s getting late and I’m tired. And I have got such a varied day planned for you tomorrow.”

Both the women looked at me disapprovingly.

“Jennifer, go over to the other side of the bed and put your hands behind your head, hurry up bitch, you know the drill!” Jennifer walked slowly to where I had motioned with the Tazer and put her hands behind her head and clasped her fingers. Her tits were thrust out in the tight yellow t-shirt as she raised her arms.

“Good girl, now for Mommy” I motioned for Lucinda to move forward in front of the bed. “Ok tough lady, STRIP!!”

Lucinda gasped aloud. “No way fuckwit” She half laughed nervously.

“But I insist, do it or I Tazer you and do it myself, your choice bitch”

Lucinda sighed and looking at me intently, started to take off her suit jacket, which she put on the bed. She then pulled the sweater up and over her head, revealing a tight white brassiere holding in her smallish but pert tits.

Next was her skirt, which she unbuttoned at one side and wriggled out of. I had been semi hard since the scenario in the flat began but this developed into a boner as Lucinda’s strong, athletic legs were revealed in all their glory. They were not as long as her Daughters but were just as powerful and if possible, shapelier. She had put on a pair of sheer black tights and I could just make out the outline of a black G String below the nylon crotch. Without pausing she reached behind her back and unhooked her brassiere, tossing the garment at my feet condescendingly, her now erect full nipples standing up.

I was intrigued to see if she had put the same nail polish on her toes as she had her perfectly manicured deep ruby nails. “Heels as well. You wont need those for a while” Lucinda sighed and took them off, standing perfectly poised on one leg at a time and removing the heels with a slight swish of nylon against leather.

I wasn’t disappointed as her equally perfectly pedicured feet and the ruby nails were exposed, the polish glinting through the sheer black nylon. She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head slightly. “Now what?” She hissed.

“Lock your hands behind your head and stand over there” I motioned with the Tazer to a position at the foot of the bed. Lucinda slowly assumed the position.

I turned my attention to Jennifer and motioned for her to come over and stand where her mother had been. “Your turn slut, down to the tights will do just fine” I had naturally assumed she would be wearing hose under the denims and hoped I was correct.

Jennifer took her time, knowing that I savoured every moment of garment removal. Firstly the t-shirt was gone, followed by her brassiere. The unzipping of the long leather boots and their removal. Finally the Levi’s came off revealing a pair of pewter seamed hose, one of my favourites. Jennifer had put on a tiny white G String under the tights and the way it cut up her ass made my boner even harder.
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“Ok, get over there next to Mommy” I made an impatient motion with the Tazer and Jennifer slowly joined her Mother, locking her hands behind her head without being asked.

This was surely an American dream. Two gorgeous women awaiting my next whim, which would be to bind and gag them tightly for the night.

I went to the wardrobe and took out a red leather sports bag, which I threw on the bed. I looked at Jennifer’s puzzled expression, as she hadn’t seen this before. The bag was bulging and was obviously full.

Yes, I had also been busy and done a bit of shopping.

End of Part Six
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Re: American Dream

Postby Radames0674 » Thu Feb 23, 2017 7:13 am

I´m thrilled :big:

Re: American Dream (Storyline and Art by Andy Le Strange)

Postby andylestrange » Sun Feb 26, 2017 3:26 pm

Part 7: Bound Together

Friday 6TH October 2006 0147hrs


Lucinda strained her bound wrists against the tight white cord for the umpteenth time. As she did so she grunted into the black leather panel gag that had been applied to her lower face, the large red rubber ball that was attached to the panel, wedged deep in her mouth behind her teeth silencing her effectively. Jennifer turned her head to try to look at her Mother. She had been totally amazed at Lucinda’s ability to struggle and fight the ropes. Also her stamina was breathtaking.

The two women had been bound and gagged for over five hours and had both struggled hard for the first couple. Jennifer tired after that but her Mother just kept on going, straining and twisting in her bonds. They had been bound back to back on the bed. The women’s arms had been intertwined with each other’s and cords welded them together at the upper arms. Their wrists had been tightly cross bound and cinched, the cinch ropes attached taughtly to crotchropes that nearly split each woman in half. Jennifer had come repeatedly against the crotch rope and her Mother’s gyrations and grunts suggested Lucinda had as well.

They were kneeling on the bed frog tied. Tight loops of cord cutting into strong nylon clad thighs and ankles, again tightly cinched. Jennifer had been gagged with a pump gag, another one of Andy’s shopping items in addition to Lucinda’s panel gag. The gag had been pumped up to an uncomfortable size and Jennifer’s jaw was starting to ache.

Lucinda tried to make herself understood from behind her gag but Jennifer could not make out what she was trying to say.

“MMMGGGHHTTTTFFFFHHHRR” Lucinda screamed into the ball as she shook her head violently. “NNNHHHGGGGTTTUUNNNNNGG”

Jennifer shook her head to indicate she hadn’t a clue what her mother was trying to say but that only set Lucinda off on a renewed bout of struggling.

“NNNGGHHHHHHHHH”
Jennifer realised she wasn’t going to get any sleep until her Mother had exhausted herself, so she embarked on similar frenzy of bucking about, straining at the inescapable cords. Sheer nylon swished loudly as both women fought the frog tie, pumping thighs against the cutting cords.

Jennifer was close to coming again and Lucinda finally screamed and grunted into her gag as she brought herself to climax on the crotch rope. Jennifer arched her back as she too exploded in ecstasy, both women finally sagging back on the bed defeated.
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Friday 6TH October 2006 0700hrs


I awoke still tired from the previous night’s broken sleep.

I didn’t doze off till about two am, kept awake by the sheer excitement of the day’s activities and also the muffled grunts from the bedroom next door.

I had secured the women for the night and turned in about half past eight. I was working through the following day’s schedule in my head but kept getting distracted by the noises from the next room.

I had to say Lucinda was playing her part to perfection. Jennifer hadn’t been exaggerating when she had commented on her Mothers acting ability. The older woman’s portrayal as the tough Mother figure was near perfect. She was even at it at well past one am, a whole five hours after I had bound and gagged her for the night.

Thursday5TH October 2006 1955hrs

I had opened the red sports bag emptied it on the bed. The two women had gasped as the contents became evident… Multiple coils of white cord, coils of thick grey rope, leather straps similar to those that had bound Jennifer to the chair and a new selection of gags. This stuff was in addition to my originals, which were still in the old canvas bag in the wardrobe. Each woman was given a length of cord and instructed to tie a crotch rope around themselves. A little motioning of the Tazer had induced them to do this although Lucinda had been very vocal in her protests.

“Enjoy yourself tonight Fuckwit because we’ll be loose tomorrow. Don’t think your ropes will hold me,” She had informed me as she looped the cord around the waistband of her tights whilst glowering at me.

“ Yes, yes whatever” I laconically responded

This seemed to annoy her because her voice rose an octave during her next verbal assault.

“You piece of shit!!! I’ll be shouting from the rooftops when the cops lock you up you Bastard!!”

Lucinda glared angrily towards me as she fed the cord from the rear of the waist loop and through her thighs and up her crotch. She tied the cord around the waistband and stood hands on hips glowering at me. She had obviously had done this before; by the effortless way she finished the tie.

I was impressed.

Jennifer finished her crotch rope a good minute after Lucinda and stood in silence, perhaps in awe of her Mothers performance.

I motioned with the Tazer towards the bed.

“Ok, two of you on the bed. Kneeling position back to back…. MOVE IT!!”

The two women briefly exchanged questioning glances and the moved on to the bed, Jennifer first and then Lucinda, kneeling back to back. Jennifer being taller sat three inches bigger than her Mother but the more compact and powerful body of Lucinda sat poised and balanced, like a cat.

“Link arms and then cross your wrists in front of you.”

“You’ve gotta be Fuckin joking?” Lucinda interjected but complied with the instruction anyway encouraged by the Tazer, her perfectly toned arms linked with those of Jennifer.

The women crossed their wrists and both bodies were suddenly pulled erect, tits thrust out. I noted Lucinda’s nipples were now fully erect and hard whilst Jennifer’s had been that way since she stripped.

I took a length of cord and bound firstly Lucinda’s and then Jennifer’s wrists tightly. I loosened off the ends of the crotch ropes and used that to cinch the wrists. Now every slight movement of the women’s wrists resulted in the crotch rope being tightened and pulled up between their ass and pussy.

Lucinda was busy examining the tie when I pulled her hair back and hissed into her face “You think I’m fuckin around bitch? Its only because I’m tired that your not hogtied and put in the fuckin wardrobe!!”

Lucinda smiled into my face and shook her head “Don’t try and intimidate me you Fuckin Bastard, do your fuckin worst!!”

“Ok you asked for this…” I picked up the first thing to hand, which happened to be the brand new panel gag which I had purchased and rammed the red ball into Lucinda’s open mouth.

NOOOO…NNGGGUUUUUUHHHHHHHH”

She tried to shake her head and escape the gag but I held her hair fast and turned it slowly in my hand as I forced the ball behind her teeth. Quickly grasping the straps of the panel I fastened them behind Lucinda’s head despite her demented shaking of her head and muffled obscenities. Her eyes flashed with anger over the leather panel, which had been pulled taught and was digging into Lucinda’s cheeks slightly.

“MMMMPPHHHHHH……UUMMPPPPHHHHH”

Now I was in full flow. I felt in control. I was in control.

Jennifer was next as she had been turning her head as I gagged her Mother and giving me verbal as well. “Leave her alone you Fuck, leave her alone…”

I picked up another new toy, a black pump gag and moved towards her. The inflatable rubber ball was thrust into Jennifer’s mouth and the black panel, similar to Lucinda’s gag, was strapped tightly over her full lips. I went back to the pile of stuff lying at the foot of the bed and selected the black pump and attached twelve-inch tube. Jennifer’s eyes widened as I approached her and she shook her head from side to side in fright.

“NNNHHHOOOOOOO”

Smiling at her I reached out and grabbed her hair with one hand and attached the nozzle of the tube to the rubber nipple that protruded through the panel. Slowly I started to squeeze the pump, inflating the ball in Jennifer’s mouth. Her eyes widened again as she started to panic, the ball getting bigger and harder in her mouth.

“NNNHHHOOOOOOONNNHHHGGGGGGG”

I gave the pump an extra couple of squeezes then let it go. Jennifer visibly relaxed, her cheeks puffed out signifying the fullness of her packed mouth. Gagging the women seemed to have taken a lot of fight out of them despite Lucinda still glowering in my direction. I completed the bondage with three loops of cord around the women’s upper arms, tightly locking the already inescapable intertwining.

Lastly I frog tied each woman, particularly enjoying seeing the tight cords cut into the nyloned thighs and ankles. I had decided to use this particular tie often over the weekend, especially on Lucinda as she had the most gorgeous and athletic legs. I left the bedside lamp on and bad the women goodnight, receiving in return a fusillade of muffled obscenities from them both.

Friday 6th October 2006 0745am

After I had showered, shaved and dressed I went in to the bedroom to check on the women.

Lucinda was sitting; head slumped against her chest asleep. This was not surprising given her long journey and her efforts last night. Jennifer was awake and looked at me in a surly way over her gag. Both women were glistening with sweat, both from their struggling and the temperature in the room. I walked over to the window and opened it slightly, the cool air rushing in to the bedroom. Jennifer grunted something through her gag but I ignored her, closing the door on my way out. I decided to let Lucinda sleep. She was going to need her strength in the days ahead.

I prepared myself a light breakfast of tea and toast. My mind was buzzing as I ate slowly. The day’s scenario was slowly unfolding in my mind despite my previous planning. I was capable of changing the day’s events as long as the basic scenario remained the same as we had agreed.

After breakfast I decided to investigate the contents of Lucinda’s case, and when I opened it I almost gasped in amazement. The case was packed full of outfits that Lucinda obviously wanted to wear during the scenario. A black latex mini dress, several mini skirts, two pairs of hot pants and a selection of brassieres and thongs spilled out of the case. In addition to the clothes were a pair of black open toed mules and a pair of white sandshoes.

Although I was very impressed with Lucinda’s choice of attire I was even more impressed with the selection of “toys” that were also in the case. A huge white vibrator and several butt plugs were tucked away in a corner of the case along with a pair of rubber panties with dildos attached to the crotch and ass. Jennifer’s Mother was turning out to be a bit of a girl!!

My mind returned to the scenario and the requirement for both Jennifer and Lucinda to be released from their bonds and made ready for the day’s activities. I went into the bathroom and turned on the bath taps. I reckoned both women would be in need of a relaxing soak after the tight bondage of last night.

I decided to let Jennifer get ready first, as I wanted to give Lucinda a longer rest.

I went back into my bedroom and opened the wardrobe. On the top shelf I had put away other items that I had purchased in the previous week. I had ordered the tights and stockings from an on line store and had picked them up at the post office instead of having them delivered to the flat. I had decided the women would wear tights when they were bound during the day and at all times when they were out of the flat being transported. They would wear the stockings only when they were being fucked.

I selected two pairs of nearly black sheer tights from the bundle. I put a pair to one side for Lucinda and put the other pair in the bathroom along with my choice of clothes for Jennifer. I selected a tiny black thong and tight black brassiere from her underwear drawer. A white t-shirt and a short red skirt completed the choice. I also put her mules in the bathroom with the rest of the garments.

Jennifer was soon released from the tight cords, sinking to a lying position on the bed and starting to try and rub the circulation back into her limbs. I left her to un-gag herself and she quickly worked out how to work the pump release mechanism and with a gasp of relief extracted the now deflated rubber ball from her mouth. While she was doing this I had re-bound the still unconscious Lucinda’s wrists behind her back. She lay there looking absolutely fantastic, her thighs and ankles still tightly frog-tied and the panel gag cutting into her cheeks. I turned my attention back to Jennifer and grabbing the Tazer I motioned menacingly towards the door.

“You have one hour to Shower, toilet and get ready. Your make-up and clothes selection is in the bathroom. You will be given food and water when you are finished. This is the only time of the day or night you will not be restrained or gagged. Do you understand as I will not repeat this?”

Jennifer looked at me with a slight smile on her lips and nodded. She was also playing her part to near perfection. I grabbed her by the left arm and marched her into the bathroom, turning and giving me a look of disdain she slammed the door shut and locked it behind her.

I returned to my bedroom and selected her Mothers outfit for the day. I decided, as Lucinda was to undergo some sort of interrogation during the day I would not have her put on too many clothes. Jennifer was different as she would just be tightly bound all day and wouldn’t be undressed unless I had a change of mind or the scenario required it. As well as the sheer tights I selected a tiny white thong and brassiere for Lucinda. She could wear her mules as well, matching Jennifer’s. I felt myself getting hard just thinking about Lucinda. She had such a great body for a woman of her age. Jennifer had told me that her Mother worked out every day and looked after herself but I had not expected anything like this, despite her being an ex-dancer and gymnast.

After forty-five minutes I knocked on the bathroom door, reminding Jennifer she had only fifteen minutes to finish. I went into the bedroom to check on Lucinda and found her awake and angrily looking at me. She burst into a frenzy of struggling, her thighs pumping and straining against the tight cords, whilst trying to scream at me through her gag.

“Good morning, nice of you to say hello” I flatly observed, the sarcastic comment resulting in a new bout of activity from the bound woman. “Did you sleep well bitch? You should have taken the opportunity as I have big plans for you today”

Lucinda completely ignored me, concentrating on fighting the ropes. I left her to her struggles and knocked on the bathroom door again, resulting in a fully clothed Jennifer appearing in the doorway. She had undergone a virtual transformation from the sweaty, bedraggled and drained person that had went into the bathroom less than an hour ago. Her hair had been shampooed and dried. She had put it up in a ponytail, held in place with a small black elastic hair tie. Her t-shirt was tight and stopped a couple of inches from her waist, her tits restrained by the brassiere but thrust out through the cotton of the t-shirt. Her legs looked superb in the sheer tights under the red mini skirt and her painted pink toenails visible through the nylon on her feet. She had not put on the mules I had left her and carried them in her left hand.

I grabbed her right arm and led her through to the kitchen, where I pushed her down into a chair. “Put the shoes on now” I ordered and slowly she slid her feet into the mules.

“Where is Mom you Bastard? Is she alright… if you have harmed her I’ll…. AAAGGHH” A full handful of pony tail cut her off and extracted a yelp of pain.

“You’ll see her soon enough slut. Better worry about yourself,” I hissed into her ear.

I took a pair of cuffs from my trouser pocket and pulling Jennifer’s wrists towards me clicked them in place. While she was coming to terms with this I cuffed her right ankle to the chair leg with a second pair. Grabbing her ponytail and yanking her head back I pushed the oval black ball gag into her protesting mouth and buckled it tightly behind her head.

“Try and un-gag yourself and I will both re-gag you even tighter and Hogtie you for the duration of the morning. Understand?”

Jennifer nodded her understanding.

Leaving the kitchen I returned to the bedroom where Lucinda was still twisting and turning in her bonds. I pulled her up into a sitting position and started to un-tie her. When she was free I took off the panel gag, Lucinda muttering “Thank God” and rubbing her aching mouth.

“Ok, you will get the same hour in the bathroom that your slut Daughter got. You will find a change of clothes and shoes already in there. Any questions?”

“Where is my Daughter you Fuck, You are really going to pay for this”

I grabbed her long black hair and twisted it. “You had Fuckin better learn to answer questions, not ask them you bitch. Now get in there and get yourself ready” Lucinda glared at me but obeyed the instruction and got off the bed and gracefully strode into the bathroom, nyloned thighs swishing as she walked.

Friday 6th October 2006 1026am

Lucinda and Jennifer ate in silence. I had prepared two slices of dry toast and two mugs of black coffee. The Spartan breakfast was all the nourishment I planned to give them today, apart from the occasional drink of water to keep them hydrated.

Lucinda had been restrained in exactly the same way as her Daughter to the kitchen chair. Right ankle attached by a cuff to the chair-leg and wrists cuffed in front of her. She was sitting dressed in only the underwear and tights I had left her out, her small tits made to look bigger by the very tight brassiere she wore and the tiny thong almost invisible under the sheer nylon of her hose. Her mules had a bigger heel on them than Jennifer’s and Lucinda’s perfectly toned calf muscles stood out through the nylon, strong feet perfectly fitting into the mules.
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When the women had finished the coffee I went over to Jennifer and unlocked her ankle cuff from the chair-leg. The ball-gag that I had silenced her with earlier now hung around her neck and I pushed it into her mouth again, twisting the leather-restraining strap up behind her head. I pulled her up by her arm from the chair and led her over to where the washing machine sat in the corner of the kitchen. Facing her, I lifted her bodily up and sat her on the appliance. “Draw your legs up on to the machine,” I instructed

Jennifer did this, her mini-skirt riding up her thighs exposing her crotch and the white thong beneath the tights. “Now stay there and don’t move” I went into the bedroom and grabbed several coils of cord that had been used to restrain the women the previous night. I returned to the kitchen and proceeded to bind Jennifer’s crossed ankles tightly and cinch the tie. I then looped a length of cord around her waist and tied the free end to her ankle bonds, pulling her ankles tightly in towards her waist.

I used the key to release her cuffed wrists and taking another length of cord pulled her wrists behind her back and tightly cross bound them. I finished off by tying Jennifer’s elbows together so that she was sitting cross-legged and tightly bound. “That should hold you, now for your Mother” Jennifer immediately started to twist and turn in her bonds, testing the ropes.

I turned to face Lucinda and she laughed sarcastically. “Think this will make me talk you English Fuck?…. no chance”

“We’ll see about that, and by the way I’m not English, I’m Scottish” I replied in the monotone that signalled a change in character.

In less than five minutes Lucinda was spread-eagled across the Kitchen table. Cuffs held her rigid by the wrists, attached to the top table legs. Her ankles were tightly cuffed to the bottom legs, stretching her superb body out on the table. Lucinda pulled at the steel restraints and strained her athletic thighs and arms against them. Her head was hanging over the end of the table and she had to strain her neck to keep it up, the veins standing out with the exertion.

“You are going to tell me the number of the locker where the other half of the luggage ticket is. Tell me now and I will release you and your Daughter. Don’t tell me and I will keep you both bound and gagged until you do”

“Go…. go to hell, I’m telling you nothing!” Lucinda gasped, the tautness of the spread-eagle starting to tire her

“One last chance. What is the number?” I repeated the question

“NO…. FUCK YOU!!!” Lucinda screamed

I moved around to the back of the table, behind the struggling woman’s head, which she could barely support by now.

Lucinda watched in horror as I unzipped my trousers, my erect cock springing out and almost slapping her in the face. “NO….NO…YOU BASTARD …DON’T..DON…UUGGHHHHHH”

Lucinda’s protests were stifled as I rammed my cock deep into her mouth, her head now hanging backwards over the table edge.

I grabbed her dangling hair with both hands and started fucking her mouth hard, despite her best efforts to shake her head loose. “NNGGHHHHH……NNGGHHHHHHH..NGGHHHHHHH” She grunted as I thrust harder and harder. She was gagging now but could not avoid my cock being halfway down her throat.
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I had not felt this hard in years, even when fucking Jennifer. I looked down at Lucinda’s struggling body and got harder as I watched her athletic nyloned legs and ankles strain at the cuffs. Meanwhile Jennifer was now struggling hard and grunting through her gag as she watched me fuck her Mothers mouth. Lucinda’s struggling increased in ferocity and her left mule was thrown from her foot by her exertions. I increased the tempo of my thrusts until I felt myself explode deep in Lucinda’s mouth, the bound woman making a strange gargling noise as she tried to swallow my cum to avoid choking.

I went rigid and then relaxed, thrusting slower now. Lucinda was now sucking my cock and draining every last drop of cum from it. Some of the cum had escaped from her mouth and was running down her cheek as she greedily sucked on my now rapidly deflating cock. I suddenly pulled it out of her mouth, which distracted her, and she opened her eyes in surprise. “EHH?”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the large red rubber ball-gag, which I proceeded to stuff in her gasping mouth. Her eyes widened over the ball and flashed angrily. “MMPPHHHHHHH” She screamed into the gag as I brutally tightened it behind her head.

“I think I’ll just let you lie there for an hour or so bitch, while I fuck your Daughter” I hissed towards the struggling woman, which caused her to renew her wild struggles and scream into her gag, shaking her head from side to side.

Lucinda watched helplessly as I un-tied Jennifer’s ankles and hoisting her up over my shoulder walked past the table and into the bedroom.

Friday 6th October 2006 1155am

I sat in the living room eating lunch and sipping coffee. I wasn’t all that hungry, due mainly to the adrenalin rush of the morning’s events, and the sandwich was sufficient. Lucinda still lay cuffed tightly to the kitchen table and Jennifer lay on the bed hogtied. Both women occasionally made noises through their gags and I could detect the clanking of Lucinda’s cuffs against the table legs.

I had taken Jennifer into the bedroom and instead of fucking her, as I had told Lucinda, I merely hogtied her on the bed and left her to struggle hard. She had been very aroused as I had fucked her mother’s mouth and wouldn’t have resisted if I had fucked her, in fact she showed surprise when I didn’t. Plenty of time for that.

I finished the coffee and returned to the kitchen with the empty plate and cup. Lucinda watched me as I crossed the floor and put the dishes in the sink. She tried to say something through the ball-gag but I ignored her completely, which resulted in her thrashing about again for a brief futile period. Her neck must have been aching by now and I decided to release her from the table. I unlocked the cuffs around her wrists from the top table legs and as she tried to rub the circulation back into them I released her ankles.

She sat there glowering at me but saying nothing. She at on the table with her legs pulled up and crossed, the red cuff marks visible on her ankles and wrists. She had discarded the other mule and sat barefoot. She reached behind her head to unfasten the ball-gag straps but stopped suddenly and dropped her hands to her sides when I took the Tazer from my pocket and aimed it directly at her. “You haven’t anything to say at the moment which would remotely interest me,” I explained. She gave me a fiery look and mumbled something incoherent into her gag.

I had some good stuff planned for her and Jennifer this afternoon. I decided I would crank up the bondage a little bit and await reactions. I thought that Lucinda had taken the forced cock-sucking episode very well, displaying a very accomplished performance and the way she greedily sucked on my cock led me to believe she was up for more.

Friday 6thOctober 2006 1330pm

I had rented a small industrial unit about fifteen minutes drive from the flat. I used this as a workshop and office when I was working in Scotland. I decided to break the routine of captivity in the flat for the women by taking them down to the unit to spend the rest of the day, and possibly night.

I decided that it would be too risky to transport both women at once in broad daylight. So Lucinda lay on the bed, still stripped to her bra, thong, tights and still shoeless, tightly spread-eagled with her wrists tied to the top railings of the headboard and her ankles tightly cross bound and attached to the bottom. I had re-strapped the ball-gag in her mouth after briefly removing it for her to have a drink of mineral water, which she greedily gulped down. For a bit of extra insurance I had also bound and cinched her legs at the knees, above and below.

She lay on the bed twisting against her bonds, looking directly at me and grunting into her gag. God!! She was so fuckin sexy I wanted to fuck her right there and then but restrained myself as there was all the time over the weekend to do this, and more!

Jennifer sat on the sofa with her wrists tightly bound behind her back. Her nylon-clad legs were unbound at the moment, as she had to walk to the BMW from the flat. I had draped a jacket over her shoulders to conceal her bound wrists and had used several strips of the flesh coloured bandage that was taken to the airport to gag her mother, to silence her effectively, holding in a rolled up white rag stuffed into her mouth. I had selected her black patent pumps which she already had on her feet.

I took hold of her arm and pulled her to her mule-clad feet, Jennifer resisting and trying to pull away from me. I was pleased to note that she was getting into character and playing her role very well; perhaps inspired by her Mothers master class so far.

We exited the flat and I looked around before pulling Jennifer out the doorway when I was satisfied no one was about. The estate I lived was very quiet with only ever a couple of people wandering around at any time. We walked briskly to the car. I had moved the car from its previous position near to the flat away to a new location about thirty yards away. This new parking space backed up against several thick bushes and trees and the rear of the vehicle was well concealed from any prying eyes.

I opened the boot and guided Jennifer up and stepped her into the empty space. She lay in the boot and looked up at me, mumbling something into the gag. Leaving the boot ajar, I went around to the rear seat of the BMW and grabbed several of the leather straps I had used on Jennifer last night, which I had put in the car earlier.

Returning to the boot I took hold of Jennifer’s ankles and bent them up into a cross-legged position. With the straps I firstly bound her ankles together with one strap and attached her left pump clad foot to her right calf and her right foot to her left calf with another two straps. Jennifer grunted into the gag as I tightened the straps so that they cut into her nylon covered calves, tightly restraining her shapely legs. Jennifer still had on the t-shirt and mini-skirt and it rode up around her waist, revealing her strong athletic legs and thighs.

I drove carefully to the unit and after getting Jennifer inside and taken care off I returned to the flat for her Mother, my dick getting hard again thinking about the afternoon and evening we were going in the unit.

End of Part 7
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Re: American Dream UPDATED 18/03/17

Postby andylestrange » Sat Mar 18, 2017 8:18 am

AMERICAN DREAM
Part 8: Bath Time


Friday 6TH September 2006 1430hrs

Both women stood in the centre of the small room I used as my workshop and glared at me. I had already ordered them to strip to their underwear and tights and the discarded clothes lay in two separate piles in the middle of the floor. Lucinda had been released when I returned to the flat and had been given the latex dress to wear whilst being transported to the unit. I had also made her wear her pumps. The way the latex clung to her figure gave me another boner.

I restrained Lucinda in exactly the same way as Jennifer had been on the short journey, except for her gag, which was still the same ball-gag she had been wearing all morning. Lucinda had made more noise on the journey than her Daughter as she struggled against the biting straps and she was obviously right in the character of the tough-ass Mother again.

Lucinda had screamed the usual obscenities into her gag when she had seen how I had restrained Jennifer while I had returned to the flat. Her Daughter had her wrists tied to a large metal eyelet that was attached to a chain that hung from the roof of the unit. This chain had been secured to one of the wooden truss beams that spanned the unit. I had made it adjustable and the length at that moment was just enough for Jennifer to remain on her tip toes as her wrists were pulled tightly up above her head, her feet straining in her pumps to keep her balance. I had also bound her knees for good measure and had left her tape gag in place.

After I had made Lucinda sit on the floor cross-legged with her hands clasped behind her head I released Jennifer from the suspension to her obvious relief. I then instructed Lucinda to get back on her feet and ordered the two women to strip. “You know the drill by now ladies, everything off down to your thongs and tights, and keep the heels on this time”

The women had sighed deeply into their gags and started getting undressed, Lucinda quickly wriggling out the tight latex dress to which she had to remove her heels to step out of, immediately slipping them back on her feet.
Jennifer raised both arms above her head and pulled the t-shirt off. She then unzipped the mini-skirt and stepped out of it. The women looked at me fiestily as they unhooked the brassieres and threw them on the floor. They both looked first class standing there, superb nylon clad legs set off by the black pumps on their feet, Lucinda with her hands on her hips and Jennifer with her arms crossed.

I motioned the two women over to where two bottles of mineral water were lying on the workbench. “You may take off your gags and have a drink now” I explained to them in the monotone, which I had been using all morning.

Lucinda reached behind her head and unfastened the strap, which held the ball-gag fast in her mouth. She had to pull the ball from behind her teeth, exclaiming as it popped out.”Fucking thing….” And then yelling in my direction, “You fuckin sadist is this the way you get your fuckin kicks?”

“Tell me what I want to know and this can all be over for you both” I stated.

“Tell the bastard nothing Mom…. he can go fuck himself!” Jennifer interjected having removed the tape from her mouth and spat out the now sodden cloth on the floor at her feet.

“It speaks!!!” I ridiculed in a mocking voice, adding a warning. “You keep that up and I will put you back up there all night.” Pointing to the still swinging chain suspended from the roof. Jennifer gulped hard but didn’t say anything.

“You may be able to intimidate her you scumbag but I’m not so easy” Hissed Lucinda putting an arm around her Daughter. “You’ll have to do a lot better than that performance this morning to break me you fucker, and stick your cock in my mouth again and I’ll bite the fuckin thing off!”

“I know you don’t mean that” I said with a superior smile

“Fuckin try me!” Lucinda spat as she raised the bottle of water to her full lips.

After both women had emptied the bottles I pointed the Tazer, which had magically appeared, in my hand at Lucinda. “Get your hair up like her, move it bitch!” I threw her over a small black elastic tie, which she proceeded to tie around her long black hair creating a ponytail like her Daughter’s.

Pointing to a brown parcel lying on the workbench I hissed, “Open it”

Jennifer did the honours, ripping the bag open and spilling the contents out on the bench.

Two black leather full-length arm restraints lay there in all their glory, shiny straps glistening, extracting a gasp from Jennifer and a raised eyebrow from her Mother. Obviously Lucinda had saw or wore these before.

“Ok you, take one and put it on Jennifer, tightly” I instructed Lucinda with a wave of the Tazer. Lucinda gave me a look of disdain and picked up one of the restraints.

“Put your arms behind your back, Babe, hands palm to palm,” She whispered to Jennifer who did as instructed. Lucinda then slid the leather binder over Jennifer’s arms, right up to her armpits. Looping the restraining straps around Jennifer’s upper body above her tits and back under her armpits, Lucinda buckled the straps in place tightly, pulling Jennifer erect as her arms were locked behind her. Lastly she did up the eight straps around the binder so that her Daughters arms were bound tightly into the restraint.

Jennifer thrashed her encased arms around but stopped when she realised how futile it was to fight the restraint.

“Good. Now put a crotch rope on her” I said, throwing a long length of cord over to Lucinda, which she caught with her perfectly manicured right hand.

Giving me another withering look of disgust she proceeded to quickly tie the cord around the waistband of Jennifer’s tights and loop the cords down her between her ass cheeks and up the front of her crotch before tying the ends off. Only the flimsy thong stopped the cords from cutting into Jennifer’s full pussy lips. I hadn’t seen Lucinda’s pussy as yet and wondered if she too had the wonderful full pussy lips of her Daughter.

“Now take her over to that chair and sit her down in it. Put her arm binder over the back of the chair and tie it in place” I instructed throwing another length of cord over to her Mother.

Lucinda walked Jennifer slowly over to the chair and gently helped her sit down. “Bend forward Babe,” she said and as her daughter bent forward in the chair, Lucinda pulled the restraint up and over the rear. Jennifer sat upright in the wooden chair, her back drawn tightly into the chair by the leather restraint, which her Mother now tied to a spar below the chair seat via a small metal ring at the tip of the leather binder.

With Jennifer tightly welded to the chair I could concentrate on making Lucinda very uncomfortable indeed.

Friday 6TH September 2006 1600hrs


“Again I ask you, what is the number?” I repeated the question to Lucinda who just shook her head and grunted into the drum tight cleave gag. “NNGGGUUUHH”

I struck her hard across the face with my open left hand, the blow sending her head across to one side. She regained her composure again and looked at me challengingly, eyes on fire over the tight latex that cut into the corners of her mouth. I had been slapping Lucinda now for the best part of ten minutes but it was obvious the treatment was not going to work.

She was sitting in a leather executive style seat that I used in the office of the unit. I had Lucinda carry it into the workshop from the office after she had restrained Jennifer so effectively. Lucinda had been made to sit in the seat with her legs through the armrest on each side of the chair. This had the effect of puling back her thighs and thrusting her crotch out.

I then pulled her arms behind the chair and tightly bound her wrists with cord. More loops of cord had been used to tie her upper arms and waist around the chair back. She was already fighting these ropes as I pulled her ankles up and behind the chair one at a time and bound them to the armrests. I had used the latex strip to tightly cleave gag the woman, as I had did with Jennifer who still sat in the other chair in the room, but with her ankles tightly bound together and attached to the spar at the back of the chair.

I stepped back and looked at the two struggling women with total satisfaction.

So far they both had been tightly bound and gagged with little chance of escape. I would have to keep this situation going if I were to prolong the scenario all weekend, as the rules were if one or other of the women were to escape the whole role-play would cease immediately.

I watched in silence, broken only by the creaking of the chairs as both Jennifer and her Mother strained against their bonds, both mewing into the latex gags. I would have to come up with a new idea to get the information from Lucinda.

I went over to Jennifer and started to untie her ankles. I then went behind the chair and released the cord that held the leather cone to the spar of the chair. Pulling Jennifer’s arms over the chair back I raised her to a standing position and marched her over to the dangling chain. Her eyes widened in horror and she tried to pull away but was quickly brought back in line by a painful yank of her ponytail.

“AAARRRGGGGGGHHH” She screamed through her gagged mouth. I had caught her Mothers attention by now and she was also screaming into her gag and thrashing around with a renewed frenzy. Leaving Jennifer standing there for a moment I went over to the sports bag and removed a large bath towel from it. I then laid the towel down under the chain and spread it out.

I grabbed Jennifer from behind and pushed her down firstly to her knees and then down into a sitting position on the towel. I leant over and pushed her fully down into a lying position on her back, her leather restrained arms jammed painfully under her. “UURRGGGGGGHHHH” She complained but I ignored her taking her left pump off her foot and then the right, revealing her strong nyloned feet.

Binding her ankles together tightly I adjusted the length of the chain slightly downwards and then looped the ends of the ankle bonds through the eyelet and pulled hard, whilst supporting the bound woman’s weight with my other arm and shoulder. The cord pulled up Jennifer’s ankles so that her legs were eventually at ninety degrees to the floor.

I tied off the cords to the eyelet and released my grip on Jennifer who was now suspended by her ankles to the chain. She writhed around but the pain in her trapped arms was too much and she stopped and lay still, panting hard through the gag from her exertions. She flexed her bound feet, testing the taught ness of the cords.

I turned to the still struggling Lucinda and smiled. “We’ll try something else to see if you reconsider bitch,” I hissed in her direction whilst going into the bag again and this time retrieving a thick leather strap.

I walked over to the prone figure of Jennifer and looked down at her. She stared back, eyes wide with excitement at what the next few minutes would bring.

I swung my arm and cracked the strap off the soles of her bound feet.

WHHHAACCKKK

Jennifer screamed into the gag and tried to squirm away but was held fast by the chain.

I repeated the blow extracting another yelp of pain from the bound woman.

I looked at Lucinda who was incandesant with rage and struggling harder than I had ever saw her struggle previously. The veins were sticking out on her neck as she shook her head from side to side, screaming into the gag.

“NNNGGGHHHHHHHH….NNNGGGGGHHHHHH….. URRGGHHHHHH”

This was, as had been the face slapping, an acceptable form of treatment designed to extract the required information from Lucinda. As agreed, as long as there was no marking or permanent injury resulting from any interrogation, these were valid techniques to be incorporated in the scenario.

I repeated the blows several times much to the consternation of Jennifer who turned hear head in the direction of her bound Mother, eyes imploring her to stop the beating of her feet.

Lucinda was still screaming into her gag and I stopped to go over to her and un-gag her. “YOU FUCKER… LEAVE HER ALONE… JUST WAIT.I’LLL SEE YO……. URRGGHHHHH… NNGGHHHHUUUGGGG”
She trailed off as I replaced the cruel latex strip, pulling it between her teeth, this time tying it even tighter behind her pony tailed head.

“I’ll take that as a no then” I hissed as I returned to the struggling Jennifer, slightly disappointed that no confession had been forthcoming.

Friday 6TH September 2006 1945hrs

The two women sat in the rear seats of the BMW whilst I drove with the usual caution back to the flat. Their aching and stinging feet had been pushed back into the pairs of pumps that they both had worn earlier. Tight cords restrained their ankles and now both wore a leather arm restraint behind their backs.

After beating Jennifer for another ten minutes it was apparent Lucinda wasn’t going to divulge any information about anything. So I had decided to give “Mom” the same treatment only for twice as long.

This had failed also for despite her intense discomfort and loud protests from behind the tight gag she didn’t crack. Her perfectly pedicured, strong, nyloned feet had taken a sound beating but she had resisted and said nothing.

After restraining Lucinda with the other arm binder I removed the gags and gave both women another drink of water. I replaced the latex gags with natural coloured stocking cleave gags, tightly tied so that you could hardly tell the women were gagged at all. Now back at the flat I covered the arm binders with a couple of jackets and walked them to the front door.

I felt the session at the Unit had been worthwhile, whilst achieving no definitive information. However I had not ruled out a return visit later in the scenario.

Friday 6TH September 2006 2200hrs


I sat on the sofa and re-ran the days events through my head. I was pretty pleased at my performance and was sure the women appreciated it. For tomorrow I had it all planned out and was determined to make Lucinda yield the information. For now both women were in the bedroom back to back again on the bare mattress of the double bed. They still wore the arm binders, which had been joined by a length of cord via the metal rings on the end of both restraints.

Lucinda and Jennifer were now bound in a sitting position, ropes tight around ankles, knees (above and below in Lucinda’s case) and thighs. The legs of both had been pulled up and into their chests by loops of cord around the back of the neck and attached to the knee bonds. Their nyloned feet had been also tightly pulled into their ass by a cinch between the ankle and thigh bonds.

Both women still sported the ponytails that had been tied tightly together as I didn’t want free flowing hair to interfere with the arm binders. Jennifer was quiet and had started to doze of despite the bulge in her jaws caused by the pump gag again, this time pumped up even harder.

Her Mother had been silenced for the night by a large penis gag that she still grunted against intermittently as she twisted and turned in her bonds.

Tomorrow I decided would be a day of unremitting pressure.

I was looking forward intensely to it.

Saturday 7TH September 2006 0700am

I had awoke early, 0530, and this gave me plenty of time to digest the previous day’s events and put the finishing touches to today’s. Over breakfast I had planned the outfits that each woman would wear and the respective bondages that they would endure. I decided Lucinda was to be more stringently bound than Jennifer from now until the finish of the scenario, in fact I had already started the implementation of this with Lucinda’s bondage last night. Not that Jennifer would escape lightly, far from it; it was just that Lucinda would suffer more.

I really had to hand it to the older woman, as she had time and again exceeded my highest expectations of her. She was certainly a strong and extremely fit woman and had a superb sense of occasion. Her performances so far had been perfect as the hard as nails protective Mother, and she was highly accomplished in her acting ability. So much so that I had never saw Lucinda outside her character. A small point really but an intriguing one all the same.

When I checked on the women both were awake and still tightly bound in the same position, as I had left them the previous night. They had obviously slept as both became very animated when I came into the room. They would require to toilet, shower and get ready for the day’s ordeals and I decided Lucinda would be granted this luxury first.

I un-tied the women and both sprawled on the mattress, stretching out their rope marked limbs in relief. The dreaded arm binders were put in the wardrobe to be used again in a later bondage, and as I put them away both women removed their respective gags, Lucinda slowly removing the large black rubber penis attached to the inside of the leather panel from her mouth. Jennifer deflated the ball quickly and threw it on the mattress after unbuckling the straps that had held the device tightly clamped over her mouth.

I had selected Lucinda’s outfit for the day, a tight white brassiere, sheer pewter tights, a pair of blue hot pants and her white sandshoes. Also I left a bullet vibrator with the pile, the inference obvious. I had not left her any panties or thong. Lucinda spent over an hour in the bathroom but I allowed her this concession as she had a particularly tough day ahead of her.

When she finally appeared she was looking a million dollars, hair and make-up perfect and her athletic body jammed into the tight outfit superb, the control for the vibe tucked into the waistband of her hot pants. I led her through to the kitchen and restrained her in the usual manner with wrists cuffed in front and one ankle cuffed to the table leg. I gagged her with the black oval ball-gag and felt myself getting hard again as she looked at me without comment and opened her full mouth up for me to insert the ball deep.

I returned to the bedroom and took Jennifer’s clothes for the day into the still warm and misty bathroom. Her black latex Basque and sheer black seamed tights were all that she would be wearing today. I also selected the other bullet vibrator and left it on top of the items of clothing.

I returned to the bedroom and released Jennifer from her bonds that I had applied after untying Lucinda, a simple hogtie and cleave gag. Jennifer went into the bathroom without a word, slamming the door and locking it behind her.
I detected a slight change in her attitude but as long as she was still in character I wasn’t too worried about this.

Saturday 7TH September 2006 0840am

After the women had finished their breakfast of dry toast and black coffee I decided to tell them what I had planned for today.

“You are running out of time Lucinda. Things have been relatively pleasant so far but will get a whole lot worse if you don’t tell me what I want to know”

Lucinda snorted contemptuously at my threat.” You think being trussed up for two days like a turkey is pleasant you bastard? Just wait till I can get my fuckin hands on you… if it wasn’t for that Tazer…..”

“Ok, act the tough bitch if it makes you feel better. But I promise you will tell me what I want to know before the day is out” I replied laconically “You will come with me now”

I unlocked Lucinda’s wrist cuffs and bent down and released her left ankle. I stepped back and drew the Tazer out of my pocket.” Your hair, put it up like yesterday,” I instructed handing her the black elastic band. Sighing aloud she quickly had her in the ponytail within seconds.

“Now hands behind your head and turn around and walk slowly into the bathroom” I instructed flatly.

Lucinda looked at Jennifer who smiled at her Mother. “Stay strong Mom, don’t let this bastard away with a thing”

“Don’t worry Babe…. he’s getting fuck all!” Lucinda hissed

“Gag your Daughter bitch,” I ordered motioning with the Tazer and watched as Lucinda reluctantly strapped a ball-gag into Jennifer’s unresisting mouth.

She then slowly put her hands behind her head and clasped her fingers together, as was the normal position when unbound, and turned and walked with cat like poise into the bathroom, her rubber soles sandshoes squeaking slightly on the tiles.

“Stop and face the shower” I ordered which Lucinda did with a long sigh

“You can bind and gag me all day and all night… I’ll never give you what you want “ She informed me over her shoulder in a confident, relaxed manner.

I would have to try and change that.

I walked around in front of her and took a length of cord from my pocket “Wrists” I ordered and Lucinda responded, slowly unclasping her fingers and lowering her hands in front of her and put them together.

“Crossed” I hissed and she crossed her strong, tanned hands together, fists clenched. I noticed that Lucinda had worn no rings or jewellery of any type since the scenario began.

I bound her wrists and cinched the cords very tightly, provoking a gasp of pain from Lucinda who quickly got herself under control and looked at me in her by now near permanent disgusted/mocking expression. I quickly grabbed her wrists and thrust them upwards and backwards towards the metal rail that supported the shower curtain. I had installed this myself and knew it would hold Lucinda’s bound wrists in place without any problems. I had left the cinch rope long enough to loop it twice over the rail and tie it off around Lucinda’s wrist bonds.

Her perfectly toned arms were raised taughtly above her head, the dark shadow of her armpit stubble evident after nearly three days without shaving. Tits thrust out in the tight brassiere, standing on her tip toes in the sandshoes strong legs with toned muscles rippling through the sheer nylon of her tights, she looked delicious. I moved closer to her and put my hands on her hips, letting them wander up to her pert tits and erect nipples.

She suddenly spat in my face and growled,” Get away from me you FUCKER”

I smiled and wiped the saliva from my cheek. I turned and walked out the bathroom into my bedroom and opened the wardrobe door. On the top shelf was the small bottle of ether that I had used on Jennifer two days previous. I took it and put it in my pocket along with a couple of white rags that were on the shelf also. I also grabbed a roll of black duct tape and two large waterproof plasters.

I returned to the bathroom and stood in front of Lucinda.

“Eyes closed, now” I ordered in the now familiar monotone. At this she looked startled, something was going on she had not thought of.

“Did you hear me bitch? Eyes closed now!” I repeated

Reluctantly she closed her eyes and I quickly removed the plasters from their wrappings and carefully stuck one over each of Lucinda’s eyelids. “Don’t worry bitch, these will come off again with a little persuasion”

This disintoriated the woman and she started moving around and getting edgy.

Good. It was about time I had full control again and this minor but unexpected move had done just that. I moved behind the blinded American and unwrapping the end of the duct tape I tore off apiece about eight inches in length. Her head whirred round in response to this sound but I grabbed her by the forehead and yanked it back so that she was facing front wards again. I tightly applied the length of tape over her eyes and the bridge of her nose, blindfolding her. I repeated this with another length of tape, this time slightly longer so that it overlapped the first piece. She shook her head from side to side trying to escape the vice like adhesive quality of the duct tape.

“You… you Bastard… what are you going to do…” She stuttered anxiously

I made no reply; instead I took one of the rags out my pocket and stuffed it into her open, unsuspecting mouth. “MMMPPHHHHHHHHHHHH” She mewed as I packed the rag deep into her mouth.

I unwrapped more duct tape from the roll and started to wrap it round her mouth and neck. Four times I wrapped it around each time tighter than the previous until her mouth and lower chin was totally immersed in black tape.

“mmppppppppphhhhhhh….nngguuhhhhhhhhhh” came the now muffled screams from her packed mouth as she shook her head wildly.

I let her thrash around for a minute in near panic and then took the bottle of Ether from my pocket and opened the top of the bottle. Immediately the strong, sweet smell filled the bathroom, Lucinda suddenly stopping her struggles before realising what this meant and renewing with a vengeance.

I applied a splash of the liquid to the other rag and putting the bottle down on the tiled floor, grabbed and held Lucinda around the waist with my right arm. She tried to kick me in the groin by swinging her feet upwards and backwards but the blow caught me on the inside of my thigh. “Bitch” I growled in her ear as I re-adjusted my position, ensuring any further attempts were negated.

Without further delay I applied the rag over her nose and held her head in a vice like grip as she breathed in the fumes. Her struggles intensified, screaming into her gagged mouth, reaching a crescendo before slowly getting weaker as the fumes incapacitated her.

Finally Lucinda went limp and I released her body, now fully supported by her bound wrists against the curtain rail, with her pony tailed head slumped against her chest. I stood back and surveyed my handiwork. Well I did warn her I would be notching things up a little.

Now for the next part of the mornings session. I returned to the kitchen to get the still cuffed and gagged Jennifer.

Saturday 7TH September 2006 1040am

I finished my coffee and returned to the bathroom. The now sinister looking red sports bag lay on the floor opened, partially emptied of the accessories I required for this mornings session. Jennifer lay on her back in the bath, which was a king size tub and accommodated her easily despite her five foot eight inch frame. She was wearing the latex Basque and the black sheer tights that I had left out for her earlier. A bulge at her side indicated the presence of the vibe control, which was tucked into the waistband of her tights under the Basque.

Jennifer had been tightly frog-tied, the multiple loops of cord cutting tightly into her nyloned thighs and ankles. Her wrists were bound in front of her and the bonds were attached to a waist rope that tightly circled her body, effectively locking her wrists in position. More cords crossed her tits, bulging under the tight Basque, and upper arms. She was tightly gagged with the panel ball-gag, which was rammed behind her teeth and deep into her mouth. As a last touch I had tied her pony tail to her waist rope at the back, so that she could not raise her head any more than a couple of inches from the floor of the bath.

In effect Jennifer was completely helpless and could only twist and turn slightly in her bonds, whilst looking at me nervously and grunting into her gag.

I noted Lucinda was making murmuring noises and was obviously coming round. I had taken the opportunity to bind her legs whilst she was out, cords cutting tightly into her nyloned limbs at the ankles, calves, knees (above and below) mid thigh and upper thigh. All the bonds were very tightly cinched and looked extremely uncomfortable. I had also removed her sandshoes, her strong feet and painted nails standing out against the white tiles of the bathroom floor.

I waited until Lucinda had control over her limbs again before approaching her, tightly grabbing her head. She jumped in her bonds with surprise and I quickly ripped off the top strip of tape from her eyes. Her bucking around was stifled by my strong grip and I ripped away the lower strip, causing her to yelp in pain as the strong tape was wrenched away from her skin. Immediately I removed the plasters from over each eye and she stood blinking, still trying to come to terms with the situation.

I decided to give the girls a moment to reflect on their situation and went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. As I prepared the drink I could hear muffled gag talk as the women tried to communicate unsuccessfully through the tight gags that effectively silenced them.

After coffee I returned to the bathroom and went directly over to Lucinda. She looked at me balefully, her eyes still half closed with the lingering effects of the Ether. I reached up behind her head and removed the elastic band that had kept her hair up.

“No need for this now” I said as her long black hair flowed down her shoulders and back.

“Ok listen up girls. As you can see Lucinda, Jennifer is in a bit of a bind here. If you do not tell me what I want to know the bath starts filling up with water. I roughly have worked out your Daughter has about six minutes before the water starts to come level with her face.”

I let this bombshell sink in for a minute, provoking a frenzy of struggling and muffled protests from both women.

Jennifer had previously asked me to tie her up in the bath and turn on the water but I had dismissed this as dangerous folly at the time. Now I was prepared to introduce this into the scenario in the interests of reality. We had elected to do without safe words at the beginning of the scenario, a decision I was not completely comfortable with at the time. However it was too late to change the rules now just because things were getting a bit risky. After all this is the kind of role-play Jennifer had wanted since she tested me on the way back to Scotland. For all I knew Lucinda wanted this element of danger as well.

“Well bitch, do you give me what I want?” I hissed

“NNGGGUUHHHHH” Lucinda responded through her packed mouth with a frenzy of head shaking and struggling.

Without replying I walked over to the bath and looking back at the still struggling Lucinda turned on the cold-water tap.

Jennifer raised her head as far as she could, veins now prominent on her straining neck, and with a look of horror in her eyes screamed into the ball-gag.

“NNNGGGUUUHHHHHH…NNGGGUHHHH”

In a few seconds the ice-cold water had reached the bound woman’s legs and she flinched at the coldness of it. I reached under her Basque and located the vibe control. Smiling viciously at her I turned on the control and Jennifer immediately went rigid as the first pulsating tremors flowed deep into her pussy from the vibe

“UURRRGGGHHHHHHHH…URRGGHHHHHHHH…” She moaned through her gag as she tried to fight the increasingly strong shockwaves that threatened to engulf her. She was also aware of the progress of the water, which she could now feel creeping up her ass cheeks and lower back.

Lucinda was thrashing around wild eyed at this new development. “We’ll give it a couple of minutes and then ask you again if you’ve reconsidered your position,” I whispered in her ear.

“And don’t worry about the vibrator shorting out…. the control is waterproof” I added as an afterthought.

I reached down to Lucinda’s vibe control which surprisingly after all her bucking around was still lodged in the waistband of her hot pants. I turned it on, not three quarters as I had done with Jennifer’s but to the maximum setting.

She went rigid in her bonds and raised herself up on her toes as the brutal tremors slammed into her pussy.” UUURRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHH” She screamed into the gag as the unrelenting hammer blows of the vibrator pounded her pussy.

“UUGGHH…UGGHHH…UGGHHHHH” She grunted lolling her head from side to side.

I stood and watched, my cock almost bursting out my denims, as these two gorgeous women strained and struggled in tight bondage, grunting through their stifling gags and fighting the overpowering tremors in their pussy’s.

The water was almost three inches deep by now and was up to Jennifer’s tightly roped ankles. She could also feel it still creeping up, soaking her ponytail, which was throbbing from her trying to wrench it, free from her waist rope.

Would Lucinda finally break and give me the information?

She had about three minutes to do it or the ice cold water would start to fill her Daughters nostrils!

End of Part 8

Re: American Dream (PICTURE UPDATE)

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Re: American Dream (PICTURE UPDATE)

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AMERICAN DREAM BY Andy Le Strange
Part 9
Saturday 7TH September 2006 1103am
The cold water had reached Jennifer’s crotch, which she gyrated in concert with the cruel rhythm of the vibrator. Her eyes were wide open in anxious anticipation, her straining neck now fully extended, still held fast by the hair tie, in trying desperately to keep the ever deepening water at bay. Her Mother was still trying to fight the vibrator that was brutally pounding her pussy. Her struggles intensified as she could see the water rising around the bound Jennifer, and finally she tried to catch my attention by looking at me and nodding her head frantically.

“OOGGHHHYYYY…..OOOOGGGGHHHYYYYYYY……” She screamed through her packed mouth, still nodding and eyes pleading.
“Mom wants to say something,” I sarcastically pointed out to the now panicking Jennifer.

I went over to Lucinda and slowly started to unwrap the tight duct tape from around her mouth and head. This wasn’t happening quickly enough for her, as the water was now dangerously close to engulfing Jennifer, and she became more animated and vocal in an effort to hurry me up.
“MMPPHHHHH…MMMPPHHHHHH….HHHMMMGGGHHHHHH…….”

I peeled off the last of the duct tape from her mouth and before I could retrieve the cloth wad, she spat it out and yelled at me “ Turn the fuckin water off... NOW..YOU ….YOU BASTARD”

“Oh I don’t think so….not until you give me the information I want” I responded in the calm, cold voice.
“NO…NO… YOU MUST STOP…..SHE’S GOING TO DROWN…..” Lucinda pleaded, trying to look over my shoulder at the nearly submerged body of her Daughter.

“Number?” I repeated calmly
“Four, Two, One, Six” She blurted out
“Repeat it”
“Four, Two, One, Six…FOUR, TWO, ONE, SIX YOU FUCKER…… STOP THIS NOW..PLEASE ……YOU MUST STOP…”

Just at that moment the water finally got level with Jennifer’s face and started to run over the leather panel of her gag and into her nostrils. This provoked a renewed frenzy of struggling and head shaking from the helpless woman.

“NNNNUUUGGHHHH…..NNUUUGGHHHHH.NNGG………” She was cut off by the water covering her face.

I strode over to the bath and pulling her head above the water by her hair, straining the hair tie painfully to breaking point, reached down and removed the plug from the bath. Jennifer’s eyes were wild with panic as she breathed frantically and deeply, but her panic slowly dissipated as the water level subsided. When it had gone down enough to stop being a threat I released her hair, her head thumping hard back to the bottom of the bath, extracting a curse from under the gag. I reached inside her Basque and switched the vibrator off, her body visibly relaxing and going limp, now free from the brutal tremors. She closed her eyes and softly moaned into the gag.

“Thank God….” Exclaimed a relieved Lucinda, relaxing in her bonds, before turning her wrath on me again.
“Satisfied now you FUCKER….RELEASE US THIS INSTANT…..” She venomously spat at me.
“I don’t think so bitch,” I hissed in her ear. “I have big plans for you and your slut Daughter over the next few days”

This resulted in a shocked look from Lucinda, who immediately launched into another bout of struggling and verbal tirade.
“TURN THIS FUCKIN THING OFF….DO YOU HEAR ME YOU BASTARD…TURN IT OFF NOW…….” She referred to the still pounding vibrator
“I have a better idea bitch…. I’m going to turn you off” I responded coldly, picking up the Ether bottle and pouring a quantity of the liquid on to the rag that was lying on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

“NO….NO…YOU FUCKER….GET AWAY FROM ME…NO…Nooo…aaggh..ugghh…”

Lucinda managed to get out before the rag was thrust into her face, covering her nose and mouth. Her struggles dissipated in my vice like grasp as the pungent fumes did their work and she slumped unconscious for the second time this morning.

Saturday 7TH September 2006 1420hrs

Lucinda slowly came to through a fog of confusion and uncertainty. Gradually she remembered the events of the morning, and despite the throbbing headache and still lethargic feeling in her limbs tried to get up from the chair she was sitting in.

“What’s wrong… can't get up….” She thought to herself in a confused manner, her inability to rise to her feet a complete mystery until she slowly realised she had been tied to the chair.

“MMPPHUMMMM….MMPPUUMMMM” Loud muffled sounds emanated from elsewhere in the room that Lucinda slowly recognised as the kitchen. They came from Jennifer, who was sitting in a chair at the other end of the kitchen table.

Her Daughter was bound to the chair with her arms behind the back. Lucinda could not see Jennifer’s lower body and legs from where she sat but assumed they had been restrained as well. Jennifer had been tightly cleave gagged with a strip of latex and this accounted for her muffled attempts to communicate with her Mother. She saw that Jennifer was still wearing the same latex Basque that she had been bound in the bath, the tight garment pushing out her firm tits, nipples erect and showing under the shiny fabric.

Lucinda had been stripped down to the sheer tights, her brassiere and hot pants removed. She noted with dismay that the control for the dreaded vibrator was still tucked into the waistband of her tights and that the small but potent device was still lodged deep in her pussy. A tight crotch rope now was adding to the discomfort she felt and this had been brutally pulled tight, disappearing between her full pussy lips, only the nylon of the tights stopping it from cutting further into her. She attempted to determine how she had been restrained to the chair by twisting her hands and feet against the cords that held her.

Lucinda’s arms disappeared behind the back of the chair, welded in place by four coils of cord. Her wrists had been cross bound and pulled up behind the chair back and attached to the upper arm bonds. More tight loops held her waist to the chair, intertwined with the crotch rope. Her ankles were bound to either leg and tightly cinched. More cords held her calves, knees and upper-thighs to the chair, these last bonds looping around the rear of the seat. Everything was cruelly cinched and the cords were throbbing in their taughtness.

“The fucker has really done a number on me this time!!” Lucinda thought to herself as she realised she was bound more tightly than ever before.
She had been gagged with a strip of latex similar to the one that silenced Jennifer but hers had a large knot tied in the middle, this being pulled deeply into her mouth, holding her tongue down, and knotted behind her head. Lucinda realised that it would be pretty futile to try and fight these bonds and decided to wait to see what would happen when their captor re-appeared.

Saturday 7TH September 2006 1600hrs

After I got the two women out the bathroom and secured them to chairs in the kitchen, I decided to go out for a while. Lucinda was still out cold and probably would be for a while as I had used a fair bit of Ether on her the last time. Jennifer was still weak from her ordeal in the bath and was showed no resistance as I bound her to the chair. Her wet tights now drying out quickly in the warmth of the kitchen. I had given her a drink of water before re-gagging her tightly with a latex strip. I left the vibrator control hidden under her Basque as a reminder of things to come.

I went round to the local and ordered a pint. This was the first time since the scenario began that I had time completely by myself and I enjoyed the break, sipping the lager slowly and not really thinking about anything else.

I was suddenly interrupted by a woman’s voice “Hey Andy, how you doin”

I looked up in surprise and saw Geraldine standing there. She was an old friend who I had formed a relationship with before I left my wife. In fact she was one of the reasons that caused me to leave.

“Penny for your thoughts, eh” She chirped before sitting down across from me. It crossed my mind that she would be more than a bit taken aback if she really knew what my thoughts were at this time.

Geraldine was twenty-six years old and was the sort of woman that did not mind the company of an older man like myself. She was about five four and had a slightly plump figure but with all the curves in the right places. She had been living with me after I left my wife and had established a reasonable sex life, incorporating some of my preferences without going to full role-play mode. I had tied her up a couple of times and fucked her but that was it. I was not sure if she would have approved of my current activities with Jennifer and her Mother.

We chatted for half an hour after I bought her a drink. She was interested in seeing me again, I could tell, but didn’t mention this in the conversation. Perhaps when Jennifer returned to the states…

We parted in good terms, me promising to call her the following week. I rushed back to the flat, conscious that I had left two women bound and gagged, unsupervised.

Saturday 7TH September 2006 1645hrs


Jennifer looked at me on my return and started mumbling something through her gag, which I ignored, concentrating on getting back in character to resume the scenario.

Lucinda was sitting upright, her near perfect body tightly bound to the chair more strenuously than ever before. She wasn’t struggling, unusual I thought as she had always fought her bonds up till now, and just sat watching me with her large brown eyes. I had removed her hot pants when I had dragged her out of the bathroom and was particularly pleased to note her pussy was similar to that of her Daughter, her full lips topped with a triangle of shaped pubic hair looked amazing. I had applied a taut crotch rope as one of the measures to escalate her bondage for the remainder of the scenario. I was also looking forward to the sessions that would result in me fucking this gorgeous woman all over the flat.

I removed both women’s gags and gave them a drink of water, Lucinda especially greedily drinking from the bottle I held up to her mouth.
I was keen to get both women ready for the evening session where I planned to carry out the next step of my plan to totally dominate and break each of them in turn. This would involve oral, anal (in Lucinda’s case) and straight sex, forced or otherwise. As both women had no objection to this when we had drawn up the rules of the scenario I was determined to carry this through.

I had wanted to fuck Lucinda ever since I had first clapped my eyes on her at the airport. The fact that she had kept in character al the time in the scenario excited me further. Also the fact that I would use Jennifer first to outrage her gave me a boner there and then. I re-gagged firstly Jennifer and then her Mother with the latex strips, Lucinda grunting and shaking her head as I tightly pulled the fabric into her mouth and tied it off behind her head
I wandered over to the fridge and took out the makings of a sandwich. Both women looked on enviously as I prepared it, as they had been virtually starved for three days apart from the meagre breakfast of dry toast. I wanted an hour or so to relax before I got ready for the evening so I went through to the living room, shut door and turned on the television.

Saturday 7TH September 2006 1715hrs


“MMPPHHHHHH….LLLHHGGGGGG……JJNNGGGFFRRRRRR” Lucinda mumbled through her gag, nodding furiously at the table.
Jennifer followed her gaze and saw what she was trying to point out

The large bread knife lay on the table where their captor had left it.

“Stupid Fuck” Thought Lucinda

Whether it was by accident or design, this was an opportunity for the women to free themselves, the first genuine one in three days as they had been helplessly restrained in one bondage after another without a hope of escape.

Until now.

Lucinda, whilst being very tightly bound to the chair, could still use her strong legs and feet to move the chair slowly around the kitchen floor. Jennifer watched as her Mother edged the chair around the side of the table, her nyloned feet slipping and sliding on the tiled floor of the kitchen, but slowly progressing. She got the chair into a position where she had her back to the table, then edged backward so that her bound wrists were parallel to the top of the table. The knife had been left lying at an angle so that Lucinda was able to touch it with her fingers, bit by bit moving it closer to her hands.

After a minute or so of agonisingly delicate manoeuvring, she managed to get enough purchase on the handle of the blade, grasping it tightly in her left hand. If she were to drop this now surely their captor would hear the noise and the escape attempt would be foiled. However Lucinda kept a strong grip on the knife and started to edge the chair slowly backwards towards Jennifer.

Jennifer now got in the act and duplicated her Mothers moves by moving the chair around so that her back and bound hands were facing Lucinda, who was approaching slowly, backing her chair towards her Daughter.

“MMPPHHHHHH…MPPHHHHHHH” Jennifer encouraged her Mother who grunted through her gag with the exertions of the last few minutes.
“NNGGHHHHH…NNGGHHHH……NNGGHHHH” A sheen of sweat covered Lucinda’s upper body from her exertions. She felt her hand sweat as well but gripped the knife handle even tighter.

At last Lucinda’s hands touched Jennifer’s and she stopped straining her feet against the tiles, bringing the chair to a halt. Lucinda turned her head to see where Jennifer’s bound wrists were located. They had been cross bound but for some reason not cinched. Another error from their captor. This meant Jennifer had slightly more movement in her wrists than Lucinda, whose every bond had been brutally cinched.

When she was sure of the position of her Daughters wrists, Lucinda put a small bit of pressure on the knife and started a short sawing motion against the cords. The motion was restricted as Lucinda’s wrists had been bound to the loops of cord around her upper arms, but she still got enough purchase on the blade to feel it slowly slice through the thin cord. After about five minutes Jennifer’s wrists were free. As they had not been bound to the cords looping around her upper arms, another mistake, it was relatively simple to pull her wrists around in front of her and release the upper arm loops.

Jennifer reached around and took the knife from her Mother, who visibly sank back into the chair, exhausted from her efforts.
Jennifer sliced through the cords binding her ankles and knees to he chair and slowly rose to her stockinged feet. She reached up and behind her head to un-knot the latex strip gag, which she gingerly removed from her mouth.

Rubbing some circulation back into her limbs, she grabbed the knife and started sawing carefully at Lucinda’s bound wrists.

In a couple of minutes Lucinda was released completely and sat in the chair rubbing her red, marked limbs before removing the drum tight gag. She got to her feet and untied the crotch rope before extracting the silver vibrator from her pussy. She placed this on the table along with the control. Jennifer had already removed hers and this sat on the table alongside Lucinda’s.

“Thank fuck for that…. he had me bound so tightly I thought I was going to pass out… and that fuckin vibe….. But we have the upper hand now” Lucinda whispered to Jennifer.

“He’s in the living room Mom…. and so is the telephone…. how are we going to dial out?” Jennifer asked anxiously

“We’ll just have to chance it. Maybe the Bastard has taken a nap. If not I’ll try to distract him and you grab the phone and make the call. Right?” Replied Lucinda, although she was not to sure how long she could hold their captor off for, especially in her present exhausted condition.

Both women got to their feet and slowly crept out in to the hallway, toned leg muscles standing out as they moved carefully. The living room door was still shut over and they could hear the muffled sound of the television sports channel.

Lucinda looked at Jennifer and mouthed silently “I’ll go in first… you go for the phone”

Jennifer gave her Mother the thumbs up to signify her understanding.

Lucinda slowly pushed open the door and peered inside the darkened room. The blinds had been closed over and she could not make out where their captor was. She decided to just go for it and take their chances.

Turning to Jennifer, she signalled one, two, three with her left hand and Jennifer nodded her understanding. Lucinda took a deep breath and burst into the room, trying to locate Andy.

“He’s not here!!” She said in a surprised voice and as both women looked around the room, Andy came out of the bedroom and clamped an Ether soaked rag over each of their mouths and noses.

Saturday 7TH September 2006 1830hrs


I had looked out both women’s outfits for tonight’s session and left them in the bathroom. The outfits didn’t consist of much, a pair of sheer brown hold up’s for Jennifer and black seamed stockings and a twelve point suspender belt for Lucinda. They would toilet, shower and get ready when they awoke, as both were still out cold from the Ether I had applied to them in the final throes of their attempted escape.

Fair play to them both for an excellent effort. I wasn’t sure if they would actually be able to use the knife, which I had left on the table, to good effect but again Lucinda had come up trumps. And with her being so tightly chair bound, this made the achievement all the more admirable. Of course they now had to pay a forfeit for the failure of the attempt.

Jennifer lay on the bed hogtied. Her bound and cinched wrists behind her back. Her elbows had been welded together by loops of cinched cord and her upper arms were tightly bound also. She still wore the Basque and tights, the cords cutting into her ankles, knees and mid-thighs. I had pulled her legs double and hogtied her with a cord tied around her big toes attached to her upper arm bonds. This had the effect of virtually bending her body like a bow, her head pulled back at a forty-five degree angle. I had finalised the bondage with the drum tight latex cleave gag she had been so used to today.

This was the most brutal bondage I had ever subjected Jennifer to, even worse than the car boot hogtie when we were coming back to Scotland.

The price of failure.

For her Mother this price was even more severe.

Lucinda lay on the bed also but with her head at the opposite end from Jennifer.

She too was hogtied in roughly the same manner but with additional cinched cords around her calves, below her knees and upper thighs. The hogtie rope was also bound around her big toes and tied firmly to her long black hair, pulling her body into an even more taught bow than her Daughters. I had used the same latex gag with the knot on Lucinda and had pulled it even tighter into her mouth than before. Lucinda looked magnificent laying there, her sheer tights laddered up one leg from the struggle in the living room.

The severe bondage's both women now found themselves in, especially Lucinda, were to act as a deterrent for any more escape attempts.
I closed the bedroom door and started to look out the accessories I would require to entertain my guests later on this evening.

End of Part 9