That must be you, Vivienne, which means that the game has started. This
is going to be so good.
The young woman had to work hard to maintain her control as
she walked back over to the door and she paused for a moment before saying “Who
is it?”
Vivienne’s voice was just about audible through the door. “I’m
your neighbour, and I think that you have left your purse outside. Could you
open the door so that I can hand it to you?”
This must be the part
of the game where you use a ploy to gain entrance. It took a few seconds
for the security devices on the door to be unlocked by the young woman, but
soon Melinda was in a position to open the door. However, once she had done so,
Vivienne forced her way into the room and all of Melinda’s attention was
focused on the dagger that was lifted up to her throat by the woman’s right
hand. Oh my, that does look good. You are
getting into this in a big way.
“I’ll do whatever you want, and you can take everything, just
don’t hurt me, please.” There was nothing that the threatened lady could do but
take a few steps back, while her neighbour pushed the door closed with her left
hand, which was also carrying a large bag.
“In that case slut, you can sit on the bed right now and
don’t decide to be a hero, as I know how to use this.” While Melinda continued
to beg for her safety, she stepped backward as the other woman took two shiny
items out of her bag and the damsel sat down when she felt the bed against the
bag of her legs. “You are to use these to restrain yourself.” Vivienne said as
she threw the two items on the bed so that they landed on the left of the
sitting lady, who recognised them as two sets of chain link handcuffs. “Put one
set around your ankles, and then use the other cuffs on your wrists behind your
back.”
Oh wow, you are
actually going to make me handcuff myself and these appear to be proper ones,
as there doesn’t appear to be any special release buttons on the sides. “Please,
you don’t have to use them on me as I’ll be a good girl.”
“You can either put them on, or I’ll have to use other means
to make sure that you will be no trouble.” As the intruding woman made her
threat, she lifted up the dagger and waved it around in front of the face of
the sitting girl to drive home the meaning of what might happen if she
disobeyed.
Melinda reached out with her left hand so that she could
pick up one of the set of cuffs and she bent over so that she could reach down
to her feet with her hands, with the ratchet parts secured around her ankles.
She took hold of the second pair, moved her hands around to the middle of her
back and she locked one end around her left wrist before closing the other end
around her right, which meant that Melinda had become a genuine captive in
bondage. I’ve actually place myself in a
position of helplessness!
“Now that you are restrained, I have no need of this knife for
the time being.” As the captive spoke, put the dagger into the bag which was
taken over to the bed, pulled out two short lengths of rope and tied one end of
one length of cord to the links of the ankle cuffs, before tying the other end
to the foot of the bed just above the castor. When the prisoner looked in the
mirror she saw that the lady was tying one end of the second rope to her wrist
cuffs, with the other end knotted off to the foot bedpost behind her back.
You have bound me to
the bed now, and I will not be able to stand up or move anywhere. My guess is
that I am going to be gagged next, so will it be a tape or cloth gag?
Vivienne returned to the bag and retrieved an item which
elicited a gasp from the helpless captive who started to put on a pretend
struggle in her bonds. OMG, it’s a red
ball-gag and it’s huge! There are images on the internet of women wearing
these, but I never expected to see one in real life. You are going to use this
on me for real? As the woman approached, the defenceless lady started her well
practised begging for mercy. “Please,
you can’t use that thing on me as it’ll never fit in my mouth! I’ll be a good
girl and stay quiet.”
“Yes, you are going to stay quiet, especially with this pushed
inside you.” Melinda’s false protestations caused her mouth to remain wide
open, which ended up making it easy for her captor to force the large rubber ball
between the teeth of the helpless lady and the straps were taken around to the
back of her neck where they were buckled together.
This thing is filling
my mouth which has caused my tongue has been forced back and I doubt that I
will be able to say anything from now on. When Melinda attempted to make
more protests through her gag, she soon found out that not only were her words
muffled, but they were turned into unintelligible noises. This is the best gag that has ever been used on me as it not only works
on my speech, but the large ball forces my jaws wide apart, which makes it a
form of bondage in itself. Now that I am bound and gagged, you will probably
move onto the torture before performing my fake murder. Although the
captive thought that her binding was over, she was about to discover that she
was very wrong…
“You are far too clothed for my liking, and I am going have
to do something about this.”
Too clothed, what do
you mean by that? The helpless lady’s thought was answered just a second
later, when the bottom of her sweater was held by her captor who took it over
the head of the victim who was surprised by what she had just experienced. I’m being undressed! You are going to take
my clothes off, and there’s nothing that I can do about it! It took just a
moment for the garment to be pushed down to the wrists of the helpless lady who
found herself struggling in vain and she pleaded through her gag as the hands
of her captor went around to the clasp of her black lacy bra. In one smooth
movement, the bra was unhooked behind her back, and her breasts were exposed as
the item of underwear was taken over her head so that it could be slid down her
arms to her hands. Now I’m topless and I
feel even more helpless than ever before. At this rate, I dread to think about
what you are going to do- OMG!
“These look so lovely and they feel so good. It is going to
be a lot of fun to play with them.” Melinda’s face turned red as the mounds of
her breasts were cupped in the hands of her captor, and she was confused by the
new feelings that she was experiencing. Although what was happening to the
captive seemed to be irritating her almost to the point of making her annoyed,
there was also a strong feeling of pleasure at being touched in this way. “I am
going to show you just how defenceless you are right now, my slut.” There was a
loud gasp from the bound woman as the right hand of her pretend kidnapper moved
down her body, before slipping beneath her jeans and panties and Melinda was
shocked when a new feeling of warmth grew between her legs.
What on earth is
happening to me? Due to her being in love with Death, Melinda was never
interested in any of the boys at school and the usual singers or actors were
never going to attract her attention in any way. Any fantasies that she had
about Death stayed as pure romances, so she had no previous experiences on
which to draw upon as a reference for her current situation. Something must be wrong with me, as I don’t
know if it is good or bad.
“I would love to play with you like this for the evening,
but I need to make sure that you are better secured as my captive.” Vivienne
said, putting the bag onto the bed before getting on the mattress so that she
could kneel behind the defenceless lady and she took out a several coils of
rope which were put on the bed. There was a squeal for Melinda as her elbows
were brought close together behind her back and when she looked at the mirror,
it appeared that her breasts stuck out a little further than before. One of the
coils was taken ten times around her forearms, just below the elbows and when
four cinches between her arms were added with the ends knotted together, it
felt to her as if her elbows were almost touching.
Another coil was selected by the kidnapper who wrapped it
eight times around the wrists of the captive, just above her clothes at the
cuffs and the three cinches caused the cord to grip hard against her skin. As
the lady looked on, she could see in the mirror that the knot was tied above
the ropes in a place that was out of reach of her fingers. I need to remember this when it is your turn, but it is hard to think
about anything else except what you are doing to me right now. This time, a
larger loop of rope was picked up by Vivienne who wound it twelve times around
Melinda’s waist and lower arms and five cinches were wrapped between her arms
and waist, which locked her lower arms to her body. The longest and last rope
was looped around the chest and upper arms of the helpless lady, with ten winds
going above her breasts and ten below and when the ends were tied together in
the middle of her back, there was still some rope hanging free. This remainder
was taken over her right shoulder, down between her breasts to the coils below
her breasts and it was taken around these before it went over back her left
shoulder. Melinda had a deep intake of breath as this part of the rope was
pulled tight before it was tied off, as it forced the lower part of the rope up
against the bottom of her breasts, which increased the new and unusual feelings
in her bosom.
A set of keys were taken out of the bag, which were used to
unlock the handcuffs whose purpose had become vestigial and these were removed
along with her clothes. While this was going on, Melinda closed her eyes as she
writhed in her bonds, imagining that she was in the arms of Death who was
holding and caressing her bare skin. The result of this, along with the ropes
that were pressing and rubbing against her skin, was to increase the feeling in
her breasts and the heat between her legs grew in strength.
“Now I have to do something about those lovely legs of
yours.” There had been movement while Melinda had kept her eyes closed and when
the lady opened them, she was horrified to see Vivienne’s hands at the button
of her jeans.
Please, I didn’t expect
the game to go this far, but you must be thinking that I am just play acting.
The top of the jeans were unbuttoned, the zip was pulled down and the top of
her jeans were pulled down to her ankles which left only her black lace panties
covering her modesty. NO! I’m naked!
there was a cry from the gagged mouth of the bound woman as her panties were
pulled down as well, but mixed in with the shock was an increase in the flame
at the top of her legs which was pleasurable and irritating at the same time. Is this some new kind of torture? Four
lengths of rope were taken out of the bag by Vivienne and these were applied to
four points on the captive’s legs with ten loops and four cinches. The first
one was bound at her ankles which went just above her pulled-down jeans; the
next two were wrapped below and above the knees and the last of the ropes was
bound around her mid-thighs.
After this was completed, the kidnapper unlocked the cuffs
and put the remainder of the items into the bag before taking out another piece
of cord. “Get off the bed and hop forward a few steps.” Melinda was a little
unsteady as she rose to her feet and she looked as if she was going to topple
over, but she regained her balance and took three hops forward. Once the
captive was still again, Vivienne went around to her front and doubled the rope
by folding it in the middle before tying the loop end to the prisoner’s waist
rope at the front.
Is this some kind of
lead rope, just like the one that Kurt used on- OOOOOOH! The free end of
the doubled rope was threaded between the upper thighs of the defenceless lady
and looped over her elbow ropes before it was pulled tight and tied off, which
caused the cord to press against the prisoner’s body between the petals of her intimate
flower. There was another cry from the woman as she twisted in her ropes, as
this caused the crotch-rope to rub against her flesh which increased the
strength of her feeling.
“See how much of a slut you are, I tied you up, stripped you
and yet you are enjoying yourself.” Vivienne said as she stood behind the
defenceless Melinda, and the lady discovered that she was moaning out loud when
her breasts were being caressed by the woman.
Is this what it means
to enjoy yourself when you are in bondage and naked? Part of me hates this
feeling and wants it to stop, yet I also want you to keep going and do even
more of this to me. Again, the bound nude struggled in her ropes, but just
like before, the rope pressed against her most intimate location which added
more fuel to the fire between her legs. Did
I do that just to get the feeling from it? Being tied up by you has affected me
a lot more than I realised. There were several stokes between the top of
the legs of the nude Melinda by the right hand of her captor, and the flame
grew into a raging fire that caused her to twitch and thrust her hips.
“Move forward until you are standing just a few feet from
the door.”
I don’t know why you
want me to do this, but I will obey your order. It took a few seconds for
the bound woman to hop over to the spot in front of the door, as she had to
maintain her balance along with ignoring the distractions that were being provided
by her own body. As the lady stood
there, she noticed that her captor was carrying the bag which had been brought
into the room, and she was horrified when the door to her room was opened wide
in front of her.
“Hop down the corridor until you get to my room.”
Like this, bound,
gagged and naked? What if somebody steps into the corridor and sees me like
this? I can’t, I just can’t!
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