## How did she know?

Post by putasockinit2 » Wed Nov 11, 2015 9:32 am

It was roughly 7:30 on a chilly Monday morning when the doorbell rang at Martina’s house. The busty blonde lived alone and it was unusual for someone to ring her door at this time. As she made her way downstairs, wearing her white work blouse, mid-thigh length black skirt and dark pantyhose, the bell rang again. Whoever it was seemed to be getting impatient.
As soon as she swung open the door, she wished she hadn’t as a gun met her smiling face making her gasp.
“Make a sound and I will shoot, do exactly as I say and you won’t get hurt. Now inside you go.”
Martina nodded her head in a shaking manner as she was willing to do whatever this guy wanted if it meant keeping her from harm. After letting the masked man enter her home, she handed over her phone, before she placed her hands on the wall and allowed the man to run his hands up and down her body, checking for any objects. Content she had no weapons or any other useful gadgets, she was ordered to march down to the basement with both hands on her head.
She remained strong enough not to sob although the situation was extremely stressful for her. It didn’t look like she would be going to work today. Once she opened the door and the pair wandered down the timber steps, she stopped as directed in the centre of the room and waited for the man to drag a chair by her.
“Strip then sit.”
“Bu-u” Martina tried to protest, but the man was having none of it.
“Do it!” he interrupted, with a tone not to be messed with. Matina reluctantly complied, removing her recently ironed blouse and skirt before with some added guidance, she also removed her black bra and thong, followed finally by her dark pantyhose. She kicked the items into a pile beside her before she slowly sat down, trying to cover her breasts with her arms.
Martina shuddered nervously as the man began to dump lengths of rope from his bag onto her lap, whilst the weapon still pointed at her. The weapon didn’t shake, she analysed this in that it would appear this man was experienced in whatever he had planned.
Suddenly the binding started with both of her ankles being tied tightly to a chair leg. As each was cinched she began to feel like she wasn’t going anywhere for a while. After making her stand, she was surprised when he tied a rope around her waist and between her legs, before he finished the tight crotch rope. This was something she hadn’t experience before and although it stimulated her nether regions, she couldn’t help wondering the purpose of it.
Her brief daydream of mystery ended when she was pushed forcibly back down on the cold wooden chair before another length of rope wrapped around her thighs and the chair. Her tanned, toned body sat still, too intimidated to try any form of escape. After all she had no idea why this man was even in her home.
Once her legs were finished, he went behind her next before with little warning her arms were pulled together tightly, with rope securing them behind her effectively. Another one followed shortly around her elbows before two more wrapped above and below her boobs, securing her upper body to the chair effectively. The rope work was effective and clearly experienced, they were tight yet comfortable.
As soon as the last rope was tied, she tried a little struggle to test the tension. The chair moved slightly but her body didn’t, she was trapped. After watching this half-hearted attempt of escape, the man added a final rope which Martina found odd, securing her wrist bond s to the two back chair legs.
“What are you doing with that?” she asked as she witnessed the man pull a yellow sponge ball from his pocket and grin. “No..no…NOOOMPPH” was all she could protest with as her frustration was silenced by the ball which was squeezed into her mouth before it expanded and filled it. The slightest noise she tried to make was either silenced or completely muffled. Her helplessness was highlighted further by the use of an entire roll of black vet wrap to seal it in by wrapping it around her mouth.
Just when she thought this situation couldn’t get any worse, he picked up her thong from the floor and walked over to her, placing it over her head. Another roll of black vet-wrap wrapped around her eyes and head, so that only her nose was free.
Suddenly she felt the man’s hands grope at her boobs, massaging them, squeezing them, pinching them. As unexpected as this was, she didn’t feel in danger or violated. She felt a strange sensation of arousal she had not experienced before today. She yearned for answers she feared might not be heard, however for this moment, she felt comfortable being this helpless and used in this way.
Her moans of arousal were soon halted when his grip on her boobs left and was replaced by two sharp, permanent pinches. A pair of nipple clamps was fastened tightly onto the tips of her boobs, adding to her predicament before a vibrating wand was secured with tape around her upper thigh. After switching it on and watching her squirm he bent down and whispered teasingly in her ear.
“Don’t go anywhere.”
As soon as his whisper stopped, she felt a kiss on her forehead before slow, steady footsteps wandered away from her, leaving her in her peril. The sound of the basement door locking shut in this secluded, old manner house confirming her predicament although the reasoning to her was still a mystery.
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### Re: How did she know?

Post by putasockinit2 » Wed Nov 11, 2015 9:34 am

A few minutes down the road, a brunette woman named Michelle had just returned from her run on her day off from work. She worked part time in a bakery usually, resulting in Mondays and Thursdays giving her time to have a lie in, go to the gym and generally chill before she got on with the odd job around the house.
As she let herself in, she removed her sweaty black spandex leggings and sports bra before she headed for the shower. Her busty tanned body was extremely sweaty from her usual hard work run. Her long brown hair ran down her body to her mid back in the shower as she thoroughly washed it. However unbeknownst to her, her workout wasn’t yet finished.
Watching her bathroom window from a bush in her garden, the man smiled to himself as he caught the odd glimpse of her. As he crept up to her front door and searched under her mat and her flower pot, he was delighted to find the spare key. In situations like these, a bit of luck is always required and that is something the man got. As soon as he opened the door, loud music coming from the bathroom sheltered much of the unavoidable sound he made. Deciding to find a good hiding place while she was clearly occupied, he hurried as quietly as he could up her purple carpeted, spiral staircase and into the main bedroom. He checked the cupboards and wardrobes before he spotted a reasonably empty walk in wardrobe which he decided to crouch in with the door slightly ajar so he could wait for the perfect moment to pounce.
It was clear to him this girl loved to sing as he heard her belt out 2 or 3 more songs, partly disguised by the sound of water falling from the shower and landing in the bath. Just as he was getting a little tired of waiting he was relieved to hear the shower stop before she began drying herself. 10 minutes more and finally she returned to her bedroom, stark naked as she lay down on her bed face down, clearly exhausted. Her damp hair was still wrapped in a towel as she stayed still and silent whilst she was unaware a man in her wardrobe was plotting how best to move against her.
Just as she was settling down in her pillow she was alarmed to hear the sound of a gun click against the back of her head. Immediately she tried to raise her hands in surrender, however she felt a weight sit down on her back.
“Okay, what do you want? Don’t hurt me.” The woman whispered, unsure exactly what was happening but immediately getting the feeling she was about to find out.
“Do exactly as I say and you don’t get hurt.”
“Fine. Okay. What do you want?”
“From you? That’s for you to decide. What type of thing do you think I want and what can you offer me that may…satisfy my needs.”
“How am I supposed to know? I’m guessing you are after something sexual.”
“If that’s the type of deal you are willing to make.”
Michelle immediately had an idea in her mind as she began attempting to flirt her way out of trouble.
“Oh how cute, you know I like it rough. Why don’t you put that gun away and let me show you a good time? I bet a man like yourself would love that wouldn’t you?”
“Well if that’s something you want to boast about I do not object, however you must know of my desire to see some form of bondage against you. If you’re serious then I am sure you won’t mind the challenge of a few ropes, call it insurance on my part.”
Michelle couldn’t describe the way she was acting. What was she thinking? Sure she had been single for quite a while and lonely recently, but flirting with a man whose intentions were still mastery and who had broken into her house all to have that sexual feeling she lacked from her life at the moment. Was she this desperate?
“If that’s what a man such as yourself would ask of me, then so be it. Treat me as you wish.”
Even the man was surprised at this behaviour change, never the less he stood up and locked the door just in case. As he put his gun away he realised just how serious this woman was. As he turned around, she lay seductively on her bed, the other way around from how she had previously been before she stroked the bed in front of her elegantly. As the man approached she whispered.
“I’ve been expecting you, this false image of a tough man…I know you are a softy for the good charms of a woman.”
The woman swivelled round and wrapped her arms around his neck, locking tongues with him before the pair embraced and she forced him with her on her bed. She removed his jumper and trousers with ease whilst they kissed. She also felt her towel pulled from her head and chucked against the same wall his clothes had also been thrown against. A few moments more and the pair were naked on that bed she possessed as she worked her charm.
She felt his body on top of hers before they began making love. Both of them liked to kiss and fondle each other whilst doing the deed they both craved. Occasionally she would ride him, occasionally her back would be on the mattress, however the pair continued for a good amount of time. Eventually after the pair had finished their activities anyone could have mistaken them for a couple as they both lay exhausted. Her head rested on his chest as he twirled strands of her hair.
“Why were you so keen to do this? How did you trust me so soon after I broke into your house?”
“I have an instinct for these things. I’ve not had the attention of a man in my life for a while but I can read them like a book. I know you didn’t come here to actually rob me, nor did you previously.”
“I see. Then if you are so good, why did I come here?”
She looked up into his eyes before answering.
“The things you do don’t come with bad intentions. Desperation has brought you to my door. You have a void in your life left by a fantasy. This bondage you speak of is your addiction but you yearn for people to share it with. Am I right?”
“close enough.” The man responded.
“You haven’t planned this completely through yet have you.” She replied. The man was surprised how much she seemed to know about him, even entering his thoughts. It spooked him a little she knew just how he ticked, his reasoning, everything about him yet they had not met before.
“You are gifted I will give you that. How did you know?”
“I can see in your eyes it is on your mind almost constantly and correct, I’ve grown up with this ability to read people effectively. Sorry if I’ve got under your skin.”
“Not at all. I try not to over plan things and live for the moment.”
“Good plan. Anyway whatever you have planned with your bondage, I would like to help.”
After explaining to her that he had secured another woman in her basement, the pair agreed that no weapon would be necessary and she was to be bound and used as he wished. They would decide on things when they were there. With that Michelle handed him his bag and lay down on her duvet, crossing her wrists behind her in expectance.
'Too many friends and not enough true friends'
The Kanye of tugs
Stuck between wanting to quit and wanting to stay...