## Ale Tales

Post by Soul_Rebel » Mon Nov 25, 2013 7:37 pm

The day was cold, so we were clad in scarves, hat, gloves, and boots as we walked the long walk to the restaurants uptown. The girl with me was a small beautiful brunette, gifted with a full chest and good hips. I was a tall clumsy guy, of an age with her (both being in our early twenties). As we approached the half way point, a thought came to me.
"In this part of town, slaves must be collared and muzzled." I looked at her with that charming grin we all effect from time to time. She immediately caught on, being the awesome gal she was.
"Well, we wouldn't want to be ticketed, would we." She stopped walking and put her wrists behind her back. That decided it. I took my scarf off and bound her wrists together, giving her a little spank as I finished.
"Ooof. My, if you insist on punishing me so, you had better silence me. We don't want to wake the old folks." She looked at me with starlit eyes, mischief playing across her face, hair twirling.
"No, you're right, we don't." Pulling her scarf off, I immediately refolded it and drew it up over her face. Knotting it tightly off to the side, I asked "is this too tight?" She twisted left and right, indicating "no," giggling into the wool. She was too cute like that.
As we neared the bar, a sound alerted my attention. It was too late by the time I looked up. I was being wrapped in a cling film, head to toe. Something was being put into my mouth. Damn it. Someone else had a camera. Damn it. My companion was also getting cling filmed. At least we can share this.
"Mmmmrmmmph!" I tried to squirm but it was no good. The film-wrapper approached me. My arch enemy. Why did you have to do this right now?
"Well, well, well. What do we hath here. A troublemathing pup and his lithle friend." The leader growled angrily. "Thake her, and put her in the thruck." His two henchmen obliged, as the slobbering maniac pulled out something from the truck bed. It was a man hole cover. With a special hole in the middle. A collar occupied the edges of the middle hole.
The man who wasn't my friend clamped it around my head, and then dropped me into the nearest drain hole, uncovered moments earlier. The jolt was painful. I grunted and squirmed, all to no avail. "You will hath a chance to ethcape now. Try your beth! Haha." The slobbering giant of a man slowly walked over to the large truck and slid in.
I must try. Somewhere deep down I found some strength and pulled for awhile. But it was no good, the vehicle was coming right at my head.
Then something happened. It tipped and slid out of the way. Minutes later, I remember being pulled up slowly through the manhole by.... the girl I have walked with. She had gotten a hand loose and pulled one of their own guns on them at the last second she explained between cuts. Before long we were both free, in the pub, finally drinking our pints.
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The bartender is shouting out the last call, "Lath call! Lath call!" His slobbery voice, drunk on his own liquors drifts across the room. Esmeralda looks at me shyly, and before I can finish talking she is kissing me, cutting my voice off with a pleasureful mumble. As we part from the wonderful moment, she says quietly, "I loved the story."
Whips and chains may break my bones, but ropes and gags excite me!
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