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.