The Banker's Heavy Secret (F/F)

[AlexUSA3]

The Banker’s Heavy Secret
Sunday, August 11, 2019

«¡Eres un coño!» I snap at my kidnapper while she cinches the rope binding my wrists.
«If that means what I think it means, ¡you might be a dead woman!» my assailant responds.
«It means that ¡you are a freak of nature!» my Toledo accent is super thick, «¡I hate you!»
«My dear,» she ties the ropes very tight, so it almost hurts, «I am glad to arouse such emotions.»
«¡Putana!» I try to fight back, but she drives a hard bargain by tying my elbows, «¡Desátame!»
«Keep talking in Spanish, Señora Perez; it’s the only dignity you have left,» she is so calm.

This is quite the, ehh, pickle in which I am trapped, yes? Ropes tie my hands and elbows quite unkindly. She is not nice. Verily, she is horrid. Why is she doing this to me? Did I hurt her at some point? Maybe in a past life I outdueled her past life alias for a man’s affection? No. I do not believe in reincarnation. Don’t you understand a rhetorical question? This woman, she is a troublesome one. She is, eh, English has a saying, bound and determined, punny and true now. She is nothing but a common putana and deserves a harsh spanking.

«¿Why are you doing this to me? ¿What is wrong with you?» I demand of her in a shaky voice.
«My dear Señora Teresa Perez,» she says my name perfectly, «I need a vault code from you.»
«I do not know this thing,» I spit out the words with defiance, «You are confused.»
«My trusty ball gag and I think differently,» she approaches me with 2 inches of yellow rubber.
«¡Hija de puta! ¡Cabrón!» I say before she gags me and cranks the strap tightly, «¡Mmmmmm!»
«That will teach you to speak your mind,» she sneers and pulls the strap securely and padlocks it.

I squirm, but my arms are tightly bound. It is good bondage. She has captured me, and my arms are in a secure spot. My elbows touch. The insides of my wrists contact each other. White rope is a nice contrast to the all black I wore this evening for my own pleasure. My flowing skirt goes down to my knees. My black pantyhose and black pumps are very, ehh, cheec; a black buttoning shirt is for excellence. I am a woman for a beautiful night under the moon, especially with long straight black hair and dark brown eyes. I feel so beautiful, but now I am just tied and gagged.

There is skill in the ropes. Ah, I am so beautiful, but now I am a bondage doll. My evening garb was such a lovely choice. It is a shame. This is how it goes, though. This blonde woman has an evil gaze in those brown eyes. The hair gives her a mystique that is different from mine. Why is she doing this to me? ¿Why am I gagged? ¿Why must she padlock the gag too? I want to ask a question. ¿Where are your manners? Ay, she is tying a harness now, and I feel the heaviness.

You dress like a woman in charge of her own destiny, and you end up taken by a catsuit bandit, a villainess out of an old movie. I glare at her, but she is cruel and unfeeling. To her it brings joy. I do not like this. Not one bit. She is tying me tightly, the ropes making their marks. Tight and restrictive this is, and my titties become pushed out from my body because of her ropework. The night is only just beginning, and there will surely be more white rope to come. The harness tied on me has the classic ropes surrounding my titties, and it's pulled through my armpits too.

«You’re all mine now,» says the heartless woman with the piercing brown eyes, «No escape.»
«Unhie _e _ou hlihhery _agahon_,» I speak through the yellow ball gag, but it is useless.
«The more you talk, the more you drool, the more I am entertained,» she… ¡smiles at me!
«¡Guhhh!» I groan uselessly, but she pulls my hair from my face and out from the gag.
«Now, Señora Perez, sit down,» she pushed me down onto a bench.

Here I sit on a yacht, such a romantic setting. My own home away from home, earned with hard work. Now, under the white glow of a growing gibbous, white rope ties my ankles together with a calm tightness. She wraps it into my heels to further my objectification. It is tight, and I have no way to escape. She is clever taking me here for this. Surely dinner should be first, ¿no?

Ay, such cruel efficiency she displays. She goes up my legs with the rope, tying me at mid leg. There is no mercy in this exercise. The woman is determined to subjugate me. Ropes below my knees follow, and my legs are more and more useless. She ties above my knees, too, and makes the white rope be tight and well cinched. Ay, this is not enough; rope goes under my skirt at my hips for one final restraint of my legs. There is so much rope and so much bondage.

Then the last piece, the one which she saved on purpose. The rope wraps my waist three times, pinning my arms to my body, but the rope then goes elsewhere, under my skirt. She jerks on it with precision, and she makes the rope pass twice, front to back and back to front. Then it goes around a fourth time, wraps my arms three times, and is cinched before it is knotted.

She steps back and leans on the wall, her hands on her hips, a smile on her face while we enjoy the moonlight here on the deck of the yacht. I look up at her, taking deep breaths and drooling. I am fully physically subjugated to her, but my will remains strong. She unbuttons my shirt with a grin of satisfaction. Ay, estoy estupido. ¡I was not wearing a bra!

«Well, well, well, my dear,» she pretends to be sweet, «¿Shall we take a walk around the deck?»
«Noooooo,» I practically shake my head, seeing no reason, but she makes me stand.
«We’ll take a lap around the deck and then reconsider,» she bops me on the nose with a finger.
«-ou are a -ah -ohen!» I say into the yellow ball gag despite the drool that arises.
«Ohhh, Teresa Perez, you say the most adorable things,» she is grabbing my boobs. Bad girl!
«-o noh -o thah!» I am quite persistent, but—¡Qué rabia!—she does not care!
«C’mon, my Iberian hottie,» she points with a finger, «Hop or get dragged along.»
«Ah thinh ah hahe -ou!» my feelings are quite genuine. ¡Estoy flipando! Me cago in diez.

I sigh. I must hop, but ¿why should I hop? I owe her nothing. She is the bandita, evil blonde bandita. She pierces me with her brown eyes, but I am immune to this. She can wear me down to the bones, but I am not to be, eh, underestimated. Just because I have a ball gag in my mouth does not mean ¡I am a weakling! She thinks I am easy to intimidate. ¡No me examina, putana!

I have no choice. I do not want to hop, but she is in charge, ¿no? My black flowing knee skirt is now a symbol of my embarrassment. The black pantyhose and my black pumps were supposed to be elegant. My shirt—sí, es negro—is unbuttoned to make a fool of me. The white ropes do a service to my glamour, but ¡they are s disservice to me! ¡Ay! My bondage is tight. I hope with a slight wobble. My arms, they touch tightly. This harness makes me uncomfortable. ¡Putana!

«Lovely evening for a moonlight walk, isn't it?» this blonde bandit says to me like it is a date.
«¡Mmmm mmmmmm!» I am now, eh, ¡such a drooling mess! It is so undignified.
«Oh, Miss Perez, you say the cutest things. Cutest is the code to the safe in Tampa,» she puts the cards upon the table, «I need that safe code and will extract it from you no matter what.»
«Ah hohn’h -how any hank hodeth,» now I am lying through my gag to drive her away.
«Keep hopping, Teresa,» she orders me along.
«¿Whah ah Ah? ¿Ho Ah -ook -ike a habbih ho -ou?» I defy her still.

The rope in my heels does me no good. All it does is keep my heels on my feet. I am a human, not a rabbit. I am dark, tall, and do not hop well, my dear. ¿See? I am not a rabbit. My drool is dripping onto my titties. The harness makes them seem big and luscious. ¡Ay! If I had a man to enjoy the site in empty burning passion rather than this shallow kidnapper. I am soon reminded I have no control. My double-layered crotch rope tortures me to good effect. I must pause.

Ah, ¡the humiliation! I am now orgasming before this strange woman who has fetishized me in this white rope and the bright yellow gag. The big gag is not terribly discomforting, but it forces too much water out of my mouth. So much drool. I am a tap that is left running, and I pour out all over myself. My poor titties, glistening from the sweat as much as the gag. But I must hop. I finish the lap of the deck, but I do not feel any prettier nor any sense of completion.

«Hmmmm… ¿how to make the next lap more interesting?» the coño asks fake questions.
«Unhie -e an- -o hohe,» I suggest and attempt to take a seat on the bench from before.
«No sitting,» she orders me, «Oh, look at those weights. They're perfect.»
«¿Huh?» I ask in confusion, but she uses chains to wrap 20 pounds of weights about my ankles.
«That's right, my dear Teresa Perez. Do another lap,» she orders me, «¡Now!»

Well, I am not a rabbit, but I am an elegant black Spanish beauty who has been turned into some creep’s bondage doll. I try to hop, but the weights hold me down like, eh, ¡weights! She is not a little impressed with me and is displeased. She even uses a paddle to spank me, as if it changes my situation. My dear, I am being weighed down. If you undo the weights, you will get your fix of my hop. Yes, I mean fix, too, you creepy fetishizer of affluent, elegant women.

I try again since she is impatient. Dear, are you at the peak of your, eh, ¿menstrual cycle? ¿Or are you really this bad? Pardon me, you catsuit witch, but I need to orgasm again. There is not a need to hurry. I can take my time, drop to my knees. ¡Coño! ¡Do not pull on my hair or crotch rope! My lungs puff with strength and increasing tiredness. The gag drips drool onto the deck. I am a pathetic sight in these white ropes, and how I wish I could escape this elbow bondage. It is not enough to have that! No, my titties are out. The gag humiliates me. The crotch rope tugs on my femininity. The weights hold me down. This is too undignifying.

«Fine, then you must do the lap scrunching like the worm you are,» the woman orders me now.

She wants me to move like a caterpillar. ¡Estas flipando! But, I do not have a choice. She wants me to move like a caterpillar, then I will be the most elegant and humiliated caterpillar ever. She is unreasonable, full of, eh, hot air. But I do it. I pull the weights with my legs until my tushy is up in the air, and then I move my torso forward. I scrape my titties on the deck. So slow, but the bad woman is satisfied with it. I guess she is hoping to weigh me down.

I am a woman of moonlight, captured by a woman of darkness. Perhaps we both wear black and are sleek, but similarities end there. For one thing, her black catsuit is zipped shut. My buttoned shirt, ¡it is not buttoned right now! My arms them hate the ropes. English is hard when you are so exhausted. My grammar is failing me now. The harness and waist rope are so objectifying. I feel like these white ropes were chosen just for me. She is a horrible woman.

«¿Isn't it such a lovely evening?» the blonde bandita me asks another stupid rhetoric question.
«¡Mmmmmmmmm!» I groan, but I am a beautiful caterpillar who… takes an orgasm break.
«You should be happy I’m here. I appreciate the way you’re slowly breaking to my will.»
¡Me gusta orinar en su agua!, but all I say is «¡-e guthhar ohinah en thu ahha!»
«Oh, Señora Perez, you are so adorable when you try to talk,» she talks to me like I am a child!
«Gmmmmm,» I groan because she is spanking me every time my tushy is up.

I finish my slow lap. That was so wonderful that she rewards me with a white rope hogtie for a moment while she goes off to explore my yacht. Deseo que calle en el mar. My employees will find me in the morning, but I wish to tie these weights around your neck and cast you off the ship into the beautiful, shimmering, glamorous Tampa Bay for a moonlight swim—¡with the fish!

I am taking deep breaths. I have left a shimmering evidence of my struggle with a trail of sweat and drool on the deck of the ship. I am prone on my belly like this, my arms up behind me in the hogtie. The elbow bondage is so cruel and well considered, and the four ropes on my legs are no relief. The way she wrapped the ankle rope around my heels, perhaps she is fetishing me? I like to imagine doing bad things in revenge. Fantasy is only fantasy. My bondage is reality. While I am alone, I can only weakly struggle, drool, and orgasm in my loneliness. So I do for a while.

«It should be fun,» she removes the weights, «To make you take a lap like this. ¿Agreed?»
«Nooooooooooooooooooooo,» I disagree, but ¿what am I to her? ¡A caterpillar!

Now the scrunching is much more invasive. I mean the crotch rope. It pulls and pulls. ¡I cannot stop it! ¡Ay! My panties will be very sticky wet. I orgasm at least 3 times caterpillar scrunching down long side, and she enjoys it. I am sweating. I am slow. I am tired. I am breathing heavily. I am still beautiful though. Probably I have runs in pantyhose though. What a waste. I continue my humiliating orgasmic scrunch, hating every second, and slowing more. Alas, I am too tired.

On second side, she expands my humiliation. She ties a rope leash to my neck like a chihuahua or a cat, and she blindfolds me with a purple bandana. She is crazy. And I must blindly follow a jerk of the rope, hoping that she is honest and not leading me to scrunch into the bay. ¡Ay! What a wicked woman, and the added helplessness means I orgasm 4 times scrunching down the other long side. I am too tired for this. If I give her what she wants, maybe she will leave.

«If you give me the four digits to the digital lock, I’ll leave,» she crouches down beside me, «I’ll have enough time to come torture you some more if you give me a wrong number.»
«Hmmmmm,» I use my fingers to give her the four numbers in hopes she will leave.

¿Leave? ¡¿Leave?! ¡No! She undoes the leash, but my hogtie is only the beginning. She grabs the many piles of weights and chains them to my body and stretches the chains taut. Weights are to make sure I do not escape sooner than either she or my employees release me. One pile of the weights each is tethered to each ankle, each knee, each elbow, each shoulder, and my neck. Do a little arithmetic. They are 10 kilograms each. ¡90 kilograms! ¡I am trapped!

I am left like this, a drooling, hogtied, exposed, orgasming, elegant mess. ¡Ay, dios mío!

THE END

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[LunaDog]

Intriguing.