Part IITommy woke up before lunch. His mother was at work until the evening and he was planning to eat something and then go to pay Mrs. Carter a visit to see how she was. He put on the same clothes as yesterday.
When he came to the living room, there was sitting a strange man. He had never seen him before.
Tommy stopped and with his voice full of fear asked: “Who are you? What are you doing here?”
“Hello Tommy,” the man spoke. He wasn’t much older than Tommy. He was tall and quite muscular and wearing a colorful flannel shirt, red T-shirt and leather pants. His short hair was dark. “You don’t know who I am?”
“You are that guy who is stalking Mrs. Carter?”
“Stalking is such an ugly word but I guess you are right.”
He got up and moved towards Tommy. Tommy backed a little but before he could do anything else, the intruder said: “I have some interesting photos that you might to want to take a look at.”
He handed Tommy an envelope. It contained four photos of him and Yvonne Carter hugging. He must have watched them through the window and listened to their entire conversation. That was really creepy.
“They don’t mean anything. I was only soothing her after what you did to her.”
“Oh no, do you know what I see? I see an older woman with her young lover and when I show these pictures to her husband and your mother, they will see it too.”
“Hey, leave us alone, nobody would believe you, you perv,” shouted Tommy and wondered where he gathered the courage.
The man only laughed.
“It’s your fault. You shouldn’t have come to her house and snoop there. Now I can’t leave you alone with what you know. I have to make sure you won’t tell anyone. Put your hands behind your back.”
“Oh no, you are not going to tie me up,” protested Tommy even though the idea of being tied up always excited him.
“Yes I am. We can do it the easy way or the hard way. And trust me you won’t like the hard way.” He was really determined and Tommy knew that he wouldn’t stand a chance against him. He would let the man tie him up and hope that whatever was coming will be over soon.
He put his hands behind his back and the intruder expertly tied his wrists. He tied his ankles together as well.
“Are you going to gag me too?” asked Tommy and tried to sound as indifferent as possible.
“Sure, later. Now we have a phone call to make.”
Yvonne was rummaging through her closet until she found what she was looking for. Yes, there it was just as she left it - her old red and black flannel shirt. The same one as Tommy was wearing yesterday. This one was bigger than Tommy’s because she was a big woman and its colors were a little faded. She used to sport this shirt a lot in the nineties.
When Tommy called her and invited her over she thought that this flannel would be a great thing to complete her jeans and a black tank-top with.
She got over yesterday’s experience. After all it wasn’t the first time and she wasn’t harmed.
She was really surprised to hear from Tommy again but she was pleased. She had been noticing the crush he had on her and she was quite flattered. Such a sexy young man. His presence yesterday helped her a lot and she was sure that she would enjoy the afternoon with him as well.
She definitely didn’t plan on seducing him since she was his mother’s friend and she was in the age where she could be his mother but the idea of having a little fun with younger man was quite appealing.
She put on the flannel shirt kept it unbuttoned and left her house.
“The door is open, come on in,” said the voice after she knocked.
Yvonne entered the house but had a feeling something was wrong. That didn’t sound like Tommy. Nevertheless she went on to the living-room. There she saw Tommy tied up on the couch. He was gagged too. His mouth was stuffed and a red bandanna was tied between his lips. She knew that something was definitely wrong but her first thought was that he looked so cute tied up like this. He even had that red flannel shirt that she liked so much.
He was struggling in his ropes, making some soft muffled moans through his gag and pointing his head somewhere.
“Oh my gosh, Tommy, what happened. Who tied you up like this?” she asked and ran towards him.
Suddenly somebody grabbed her.
“Hello Yvonne, I was just having fun with your little boyfriend. Won’t you join us?”
Before she could say anything he pushed her on the couch next to Tommy.
“What do you want with him? Let him go. He has nothing to do with this.”
“That’s where you are wrong, Yvonne. You involved him when you told him about us. Do you remember?”
“How could you possibly know? You left when he rang the door.”
“Sure. I left the house but I didn’t leave completely. I was watching you through the window and taking some interesting pictures.”
“What pictures?”
He gave her the envelope. She took a look at the photos of her and Tommy hugging each other.
“Oh no, that’s not what it looks like. He was only comforting me after you left me there tied up and gagged.”
“I know but your husband or his mother might find this ‘comforting’ a little inappropriate.”
“You’ve got me at your mercy, I can’t do anything. I do what you tell me to do. What more do you want? Untie him and let him go.”
“I want to have both of you at my mercy. There is a real shortage of nice bondage shots of tied up couples. I could make a fortune out of you.”
When Tommy heard that he started to protest. Even though he liked being tied up and he got quite excited especially after he saw Yvonne wearing a matching flannel shirt, he didn’t want to be displayed anywhere on the internet tied up and gagged.
“I’m afraid, dear Tommy, that you have no word in this matter,” chuckled the photographer. “But you were both right about one thing. These photos aren’t as incriminating as they should be so we are going to make new ones.”
“What?” shouted shocked Yvonne.
“Mmmmph?” mumbled gagged Tommy.
“Don’t worry, nothing too hardcore. Now untie him.”
Yvonne started to untie Tommy’s feet.
“I’m so sorry, I dragged you into this, Tommy,” she whispered.
Then she untied his wrists.
“The gag too,” ordered their captor.
She removed the bandanna and took out a pair of panties which must have belonged to Tommy’s mom.
“Are you okay, Tommy?” she asked him and sounded really worried.
“Yes, I am.”
“Okay, this is really touching but we have a lot of work to do,” interrupted the photographer their moment.
“I want you to put your arms around each other and kiss.”
“What?” shouted both in unison.
“You heard me. I am going to take some pictures of you two kissing. Not only kissing but making out like two teenagers. I want to see your tongues and it must look real. Do it now.”
They spent twenty minutes in each other’s arms, kissing passionately like two real lovers while the photographer was taking the pictures of them.
Both of them started to enjoy it really quickly and they even didn’t have to try so hard to make it real.
“Good, you look like you are really enjoying it,” smiled the photographer.
“Shut up,” said Yvonne.
“That’s enough. You can continue after I am gone. Now we have to make some more interesting pictures. Tie him up.”
“No, I won’t.”
“Do it, or else everyone will see these pictures and they pretty much speak for themselves.”
“It’s okay, Yvonne, do as he says, please,” said Tommy.
Yvonne gave up and took a piece of rope.
The photographer grabbed Tommy’s hands, put them together behind his back and held them for Yvonne. Reluctantly she started to wrap the rope around his wrists without any intentions to make it tight.
“I guess you weren’t a girl-scout, were you,” laughed their captor. “Don’t make any false hopes. I am going to tighten the bonds once you are finished.”
After that Yvonne had to tie Tommy’s feet, knees and his chest and arms. The photographer checked her work and adjusted and tightened the knots.
“Okay, now when he is taken care of, we can continue our hot photoshoot. Sit next to him and fondle him and kiss him again.”
Later he tied Yvonne up in the same manner as she had tied up her best friend’s son. Now there was one more thing to do for their vicious captor: to gag them, of course. This problem was fixed with two pairs of Tommy’s mother’s panties and silver bondage tape wrapped around their heads to hold the panties in place.
Now the couple was securely bound and gagged and their captor took some more pictures.
“Okay, you both look so sweet. I think I have more than enough material to blackmail you. I’ll be in touch for another photo session, don’t worry.”
Tommy and Yvonne mumbled some protests through their gags, which only made their captor laugh.
“You are gonna make me a lot of money. Some guys are into couples in distress.”
This remark was followed by even a louder wave of mumbled protests.
“I’m sure, you will free yourselves before the mom gets back. If not you will have lots of explaining to do. But remember no police or these photos go online.”
Once they were left alone bound and gagged on the couch they started to fight against their bonds and mumble through their gags really loud.
They still had couple of hours before Tommy’s mother was supposed to show up. They both wished to be free again but they didn’t want to be found by Mrs. Wilder like this. Both were too ashamed to tell her the truth. The slightest chance that she would see their photos was too embarrassing for both of them, not to mention Yvonne’s husband, children or boss. They ended up deep in this mess and would have to find the way out by themselves.
For Yvonne this might have been just another unpleasant situation in the series of her blackmail misadventures with the wicked photographer but for Tommy this was something completely new. He was really mixed up. He felt more scared than ever before in his life. On the other hand he was really turned on by several aspects – he was tied up by the woman he had a serious crush on, he was forced to make out with her not only an hour ago and more important she was tied up and gagged with him and she looked gorgeous, even more gorgeous than yesterday when he found her bound and gagged in her basement. His jeans seemed too small for his excitement and he only hoped she wouldn’t notice. Right now there was nothing he would like better than feeling her soft plump lips on his erection.
He also knew that they would have to cooperate to get free. However the thought of turning their back against each other in order to untie their hands would mean he wouldn’t be able to look or rather stare at her amazing curvy body wrapped with those tight ropes, at her amazing big boobs stretching the cloth of her flannel shirt and T-shirt or at her super sexy gagged mouth.
It was Yvonne who woke him up from his daydreaming about her. She moved her back towards him and was trying to suggest with her tied hands and her muffled mumbling for him to do the same thing.
He couldn’t evade their release any more. He moved as well and their hands tied behind their backs touched. Hers were cold. It brought him another sensational fantasy of her cold hands fondling his crotch while he was still tied up and gagged.
Maybe she is going to untie his wrists and he will be at least able to give her a couple of looks before untying her.
Her fingers were trying to undo his knots. When she stopped to relax a little he tried to do the same thing with his fingers.
Sarah Wilder finished her shift at the restaurant where she worked as a waitress, counted the tips and put the money in her purse. Saturdays were always great for tips. She made more than during the rest of the week.
She went to the waitresses’ locker room and changed from her working outfit to her clothes. Normally she wore jeans, T-shirts or denim shirts but today was a special night. She had a date. For this occasion she picked up a white blouse, black skirt and black pantyhose.
This date was her first since her divorce couple of years ago. She was in her mid-forties and still looking gorgeous. Her red hair was shoulder-long and curly and her figure was plump. Her big boobs must have been an attraction for every guy who saw her and she knew very well that they were the main reason why she was getting such good tips.
She finished buttoning her blouse but made sure her cleavage was as big as it should be to show the right amount of her curves and not to make her look like a slut.
She left the restaurant and headed towards a red Ford on the parking lot. Her date was already standing next to the car waiting for her.
“Hello Sarah,” he said with a smile.
“Hello honey,” she said, returned him the smile and they both kissed.
“You look really hot tonight.”
“Thank you, you look hot yourself.” She looked at the young man who was young enough to be her son. He looked really adorable in his leather trousers and flannel shirt. She always had a soft spot for men in flannel shirts.
They met two days ago when he came to the restaurant, started to flirt with her and then asked her out. Sarah agreed even though he was almost twenty years younger than she was. After so many years being without a man she was really horny and needed an adventure and this cute young man looked like he could provide her one. She was even willing to skip the dinner and let him take her to his place.
“So, do you want to eat something?” he asked.
“Oh, I’m not hungry. Why don’t you just take me to your apartment and show me your collection of butterflies or whatever you have in your bedroom?”
“Well lady, you have just made me an offer which I cannot refuse. Let’s go.”
Sarah probably wouldn’t have enjoyed meeting her new lover so much if she was aware of the fact that at the approximately same time her son and her best friend were still tied up and gagged on the couch struggling to get free. However their attempts to untie the knots were all unsuccessful and exhaustive.
When Sarah was in her lover’s bedroom taking off her clothes and passionately making out with him, they gave up. They were just sitting next to each other again and Yvonne laid her head on Tommy’s shoulder.
Tommy’s mixed up feelings, temporarily silenced by their escape attempts, were back. He slightly rubbed his cheek against her soft hair. He wished his gag was gone and he could kiss her.
His member got hard again inside his pants. The only thing he could think of right now was him being free of his bonds while Yvonne was tied up in his bed. His imagination went crazy and he pictured the scene where he was satisfying her and himself all over again.
Meanwhile his mother was nearing the climax in her lover’s bed just a couple of blocks away.
Maybe it was a good thing he was tied up, he thought. There was no way he could ever experience that fantasy. He would never have the courage to confess his feelings to her and he was pretty sure that she being older, married not to mention his mom’s best friend, would never even think about having an affair with him.
Now her soft muffled mumbling brought him back to reality. She was trying to tell him something. But what? Her head was pointing to something. He took a good look and then he saw it. Peaking from underneath his mother’s Vogue collection there was a small pair of scissors. The table was only a few meters away If they could reach it they would be free in a matter of minutes. Tommy made his move. He slid down from the couch on the carpet and began moving towards their salvation. It was a good think that he didn’t tie them up together.
It took him five minutes to reach the small table with magazines. Normally it would be only a matter of seconds but now with his hands and feet tied he could only move on slowly on the floor.
The most difficult part was to reach the scissors with his hands tied behind his back and grab it from underneath the pile of magazines since most of the scissors was covered with them and he could only touch their tip.
With his hands tied and only his fingers being able to move he didn’t have the strength to pull them out directly so after a few unsuccessful attempts he decided to do it the hard way and knocked the magazines down. Most of them fell down on the floor. Only two remained atop the scissors. He pushed them away slightly and grabbed the scissors with his fingers and started to cut the ropes wrapped around his wrists.
His tied up companion Yvonne was watching him the whole time he was getting free, supporting him with her eyes and she was encouraging him through her gag as well. She looked so sexy that he had a hard time concentrating on the ropes around his wrists.
After a couple of minutes his hands were finally free and he began untying other knots that were securing his body.
Finally he got up and slowly unwrapped the tape which was keeping the panties inside his mouth. It was a good thing that the photographer used the bondage tape which only looked like duct tape but didn’t stick to the hair. Once the tape was removed he spat out his mom’s panties and threw them away.
Then he stretched his limbs and moved towards Yvonne who was still bound and gagged on the couch but her eyes were full of relief now.
Tommy knew he couldn’t stare at her for a very long time and so he went on to release her.
“Oh thank you, Tommy, thank you. I thought we were never getting out of this,” said Yvonne after he pulled out the panties from her mouth. Then she hugged him again and they were sitting there like that not saying anything for a long time. None of them wanted to spoil the happy moment of being free with thought of what they should do next about that crazy man whose blackmail took control over their lives.
At the same time Tommy’s mother was soundly sleeping next to her new lover without any knowledge of what had happened in her house.
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by spetsnaz08 » Fri Aug 12, 2016 3:05 pm
yeah, I really liked it and I hope that you continue it.
Thanks for you comment. I really appreciate that you took time to respond. It is very encouraging.
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More parts are coming soon so stay tuned and let me know what you think. I always enjoy reading feedback.