Katie was an air hostess that was relaxing at home after several nights away on duty. She had returned an hour ago, exhausted yet pleased that she had the next day all to herself. She was ready to unwind yet she was still dressed in her uniform. She couldn’t be bothered to change just yet so lay down wearing her sky blue blouse and skirt. Her black high heels were on the floor, neatly in a pair as she began to unwind with her book. Her long blonde hair hung loose, out of its usual rigid style.
Her peace and quiet was soon interrupted when she felt a presence behind her. The shadow on the wall confirmed it as she span around and upright, alarmed to find a woman standing in her living room she didn’t recognise.
“Can I help you? What on earth are you doing in my house?” Katie argued immediately a little scared of what her intentions were. The woman, who was a similar busty shape to herself and also blonde simply pulled a small gun out of her handbag and pointed it at her.
“Shut up, take off your uniform. Do as I say.”
Katie raised her hands immediately, the weapon was a game changer in this encounter and as much as this didn’t help aid her fear, she began the humiliating step of unbuttoning and removing her blouse, followed shortly by the removal of her skirt.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Katie protested once she was done. Her large breasts held in her white bra. A pair of matching panties covered her crotch whilst a black girdle and suspenders held her stockings in place.
“Because I need to get out of this country and you are going to help me do just that.” The woman whispered as she clutched the uniform and chucked it on the leather sofa on the other side of her living room.
As Katie sat back down, she was alarmed to find the woman remove a backpack from her back and open it before pulling out several lengths of rope. She was dressed in a red jumper and a colourful yellow patterned skirt.
The weapon was put down next to the woman on the floor before she roughly pulled Katie’s legs together and began tying them together at the ankles.
“What are you going to do to me?” Katie tried to ask as she felt the rope around her ankles cinched tight. This seemed a professional touch to her.
“Oh don’t worry, I will keep you occupied until your flight is due to leave…sorry my flight.”
Katie couldn’t believe this was happening to her as her wrists were now secured tightly behind her back. She was already helpless and began to wonder what this was all for.
“You won’t get away with this.” Katie tried to protest in frustration.
“Oh honey, I believe I already am.” The woman chuckled in reply before picking up a pair of panties from the pile on the floor and began folding it up. “I think you’ve done enough talking for now. Open up” the woman smirked before she forced them into her captive’s mouth. As much as Katie protested, she was silenced and her gag sealed in by an entire roll of white vet wrap being wrapped around her mouth and face tightly, keeping the panties in her mouth. They filled it quite well.
Just when Katie had the slightest hope it might be over, they were crushed when the woman returned with more ropes.
Two bonds above and below her knees were added to with a rope around her thighs, tightly securing her legs together. There was no way she could get free. Next a rope was tied around her stomach, between her legs twice before being cinched. This was a little too intimate for Katie’s liking as the crotch rope was finished. A rope around her elbows, followed by two more above and below her busty breasts were her final bonds for now as she sat on her sofa struggling in an attempt to get free but ultimately knowing her efforts were futile.
To Katie’s horror the woman began to strip in front of her till she was in her underwear like her before she put on her treasured and valued outfit. As she flattened out the odd crease she smiled down at her captive.
“Suits me doesn’t it.”
“letmpph mefff gomph” Katie tried to protest through her gag a s she watched this woman strip her of her job, her pride, her reputation.
“I’m sorry I had to get you into this, but I had to cover my tracks you see. I don’t want you informing the police or anyone after I’m gone so I think its only fair I give you some encouragement.” The woman smiled as she pulled out one more rope and placed Katie in a strict hogtie.
To Katie’s increasing humiliation, embarrassment and horror, the woman began to take pictures of her all tied up and exposed.
“I don’t think anyone would employ a bondage slut air hostess would they? Let this be a lesson to you, snitch on me and I will wreck your career. I could even return one day.” Katie froze, taking in the unfortunate situation she found herself in. She had just been blackmailed into silence and could do nothing about it. How would she even explain this if she was found. Katie looked up alarmed and nodded her head, shaking slightly from the nerves she had. She lay on her stomach, hogtied tightly and incapable of escape in front of this woman.
Clutching a glass of white wine just poured, the woman watched Katie’s struggles like a TV show. She enjoyed how helpless she looked.
“Well, now we have got to know each other I guess you can call me Emma. I guess it would be a shame to waste these few hours we have together. After all, I should probably keep watch for a bit. You are going nowhere.” Emma smirked as she rolled Katie on her side, exposing each of her large boobs from her bra, putting them on show for her. Katie tried to look away. Her nipples had hardened.