Desperate

Postby putasockinit2 » Tue Jul 14, 2015 8:35 am

As I opened the bedroom door I spotted a tall, beautiful blonde woman inside, frantically searching through my drawers like she was demented.

“Explain yourself?” I asked, as I grabbed a baseball bat from the storage cupboard before the woman turned to face me.

“Erm, uh, well this is awkward I thought you were supposed to be out.” She said, dropping herself in it as she stood and spotted the baseball bat.

“What are you looking for?” I said sternly, still unsure just who she was.

“Look don’t hurt me, it’s just…”she sighed before she appealed to me with a tear in her eye. “I’ll be honest, I broke in and I’m looking for money. There are people in the area who are after me and I need to go off the radar for a little while. I’m broke though, they took everything, the car, the house, the girlfriend.” she sat on my bed as I lowered the baseball bat, but still held it in case it was a trick.

“I see, and who are they?” I asked a little concerned.

“A gang that bullied me at youth, they keep tracking me down and destroying my things. It’s been ten years since we were at school. Please, can I stay with you? I’m desperate and I have nothing left. Please even temporarily, I beg you.” She said, giving me puppy dog eyes as I thought about it for a second.

“Okay you can stay here, so long as you do something for me. If you truly want to go off the radar, then you will be tied in my basement, understand? I will figure something out for you.”

“Tied? Okay sure, fine, whatever. Thank-you so much” she said in a heavily grateful tone.

“Okay, well first things first, strip naked please. If you are going to be secured heavily in my basement, you will be naked for me. I will also wash your clothes for you.” I paused as the woman looked at me a little embarrassed before she began removing her clothing items. She started with her white polo shirt, followed by her black skirt, black flat shoes and finishing wih her bra and panties also being removed. After she handed me the items, I had to admit they did smell as if these were indeed her only clothes. I placed them in a pile and walked over to the girl.
“wrists in front!” I ordered as she did as commanded before a set of handcuffs secured her wrists in front. We the made our way down to the basement, however I noticed she was shaking which I presumed was just nervousness about the whole situation. Once in the basement I produced several rolls of duct tape and vet-wrap as I walked her up to a square ladder thing.

I lifted her wrists up, securing them together with rope after un-cuffing her beforehand. Her wrists were secured tightly to the top ladder of the square with another rope as she dangled and hung from her position. I set to work.
I used the red vet-wrap first as I began wrapping her body together, starting at the ankles. As I reached her upper thighs, I decided to leave her crotch uncovered as I continued wrapping up. Both of her busty DD boobs were also left uncovered as I used the vet-wrap right up to her neck, stepping back and admiring her mummified position. She smiled, noticing me looking at her as she looked down at her body.
“You like?” she asked.

“Yes very much, it was just your luck to break in to a bondage enthusiasts house and agree to make a deal” I laughed before I grabbed a few rolls of duct tape. I began wrapping over her vet-wrap bonds, leaving the same areas uncovered before I once again reached her neck.

I now lifted her legs up and behind her, using a table to keep them there temporarily as I grabbed two ropes. I used one to secure her ankles together, before another connected her ankles to the top of the ladder thing. As I pulled the table away, she was now suitably suspended. She watched me carefully. It was something about her eyes that were deeper than most. In truth I had always wanted someone to tie up but never had the opportunity before. Today I decided to take an opportunity thrown my way. As I looked deeper in her eyes, I could sense she felt safe, she looked as if she may even be enjoying being bound in such a way and helpless to me. After all, from what she said she was relying on me far more than I was of her.

I reached in the washing machine and pulled out a pair of women’s underwear. They were from my last ex who had run off with another woman after an affair. I pulled out three pairs and placed them on top as I looked at her.

“Single?”
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