WHAT’S SAUCE FOR THE GOOSE IS ALSO SAUCE FOR THE GANDER.
A beautiful ‘snap’ sound echoed around the room, as I tightened the secure knot around the bedpost. Confirming that I had taken full control of my female companion’s left arm, another similar knot securing a loop around her corresponding wrist, fastening limb to bed in the form of an inescapable, but safe, bond. Yes, this was coming along rather nicely, I uttered silently to myself, as I prepared to perform exactly the same act to her other arm, thus tying Laura to her bedroom furniture and ensuring that the following ‘dance’ between us would be FULLY conducted to MY tune!
However, it appeared that Laura, rather ungratefully I thought, didn’t appreciate the efforts I was making on her behalf here, and please believe me, I truly meant her NO harm whatsoever. After all I fervently hoped that she would enjoy what I had planned to follow as much as I would. She was wriggling as much as she could, trying to escape from my grip upon her, but the poor girl seemed unable to grasp the very real situation that this was a battle in which she could never win. Not only was I much stronger than her, but I was sitting upon her chest, my weight pinning her down onto the bed’s surface, holding her there. And, by now of course, I had already immobilized one of her arms, I’d succeeded in tying it to the bedpost, thus denying her any use of it and taking it out of the equation, as I turned my full attention to its right-hand side equivalent.
As you can imagine, it didn’t take long for me to achieve my aims here, and shortly afterwards another ‘snap’ sound announced the arrival in full captivity of Laura’s right arm, to join her already imprisoned left one, and now I could relax, she was all MINE now, at last. I could do precisely what I wanted to her right now, but as I’ve already stated my intentions here were completely golden, I genuinely didn’t want to hurt her in any way, hoping that she’d come to savour just what I was intended to ‘treat’ her to now.
Not that what was coming out of her mouth gave any clue to that honourable intent of mine. For whilst I had been occupied carrying out all of the above, she had been loudly screaming out things such as “NO,” “I DON’T WANT THIS” and “PLEASE STOP!” Repeating these cries again and again, until it almost began to appear to me that she seemed to be ‘playing to some sort of gallery’ here. Which, as I was shortly to discover, THAT was precisely what she WAS doing with these oral outbursts.
Anyway, with my prey now captured, I figured that the best manner in which to shut her up was to otherwise occupy her mouth, so I initiated a kiss, as my lips engaged with hers. And the way she responded to this rather suggested that her rants had a large question mark against them, as it did appear that she was a willing participant after all. Yes, it was a fair degree of passion that I received in return to my advances.
Time to move on the next stage, as I gently inserted my cock, doing its best here to impersonate a solid steel ramrod, into her pussy, which was as far from being completely dry, like her words had suggested, as it was as possible to be, in fact she was soaking wet. Unwilling, eh?
Holding my ‘tool’ in that delicious position for quite some time, I slowly began the ‘motions of sex,’ before gradually accelerating my motions. Then Laura said the words that brought me to a crashing halt, stopping me right in my tracks! “I believe that we’ve got enough evidence now, mum!” I looked to my left, saw a little red L.E.D. glowing there, and my heart froze!
Seconds later the door to this bedroom came crashing open, and, one by one, in strode three very scantily clad woman, just like the captive Laura on the bed, all they were adorned in was simply sheer nylon stockings, held up by a suspender belt, not even any bras or panties. And my heart sank even further at the sight of the first of them, a young girl in her early twenties, just like Laura and myself. And somebody whom I clearly recognized, unsurprising really as only about three weeks ago Fiona had been in exactly the same situation as Laura was now, having had her arms securely tied to a set of bedposts by me. Unlike now, on that occasion no-one had disturbed us, so I was free to ravish Fiona in any way I chose, although, just as now it had NEVER been any intention to cause my captive any harm, and I had been successful in that aim. I had been under the impression that Fiona had thoroughly enjoyed the resulting sex, I know I had, but her terse “I never want to see you again,” when I finally released her had rather shattered that illusion. Although it appeared that she hadn’t fully meant that sentiment, because here she was.
I had never seen either of her present companions before however, and they were both somewhat older, in fact they both seemed of an age to have been the mother of either girl, unsurprising really as that is precisely what they were. They also appeared to be very similar in looks, again no shock as they were in fact sisters, meaning that Fiona and Laura were therefore cousins.
It was one of the older ladies who broke the ice here. “Well, well, well, young man, quite the situation we have here, um? But just before we discuss that, and its possible implications, especially for you, I feel that some introductions are in order here; yes girls, please do.” Giving her two accomplices the ‘nod’ in regard to untying the bound Laura from her imprisonment to her bed. It was noticeable that having performed this task, with Laura removing herself from her furniture, the two of them left those bondage ropes very close to the bedposts, implying further future employment of them. GULP!
“Sorry, where was I? Oh yes, of course you’re already acquainted with Laura’s cousin Fiona, and this other lady is her mother, my sister Elaine.” Who quickly performed a mock ‘bow,’ there and then. “As for me, like you’ve probably guessed by now, I am Laura’s material parent, Anna. Now, to the relevant business here, as that’s all out of the way, there’s NO doubt whatsoever as to my daughter’s opinions regarding your plans for her, as any member of the Constabulary would agree with. I notice that you’re already clocked our little video camera, which ‘reported to’ a computer in the room next door, both making a recording of recent events for evidence, as well as providing a ‘live feed’ which the three of us have been viewing. As to whether we expand the audience of its product, well that rather depends on you.”
She paused, allowing her words to sink in, which they did, believe me. These women had obviously been discussing my recent ‘activities’ with Fiona, and knowing each other like they did, had decided upon teaching me a lesson, drawing up a plan that they had executed perfectly, myself utterly falling into their trap for me, ‘hook, line AND sinker!’
Anna continued. “The way I see it, you have two options available to you here. The first, although I should point out will result in extreme disappointment for the four of us girls, is that you simply get dressed and leave us. However, I feel duty bound to spell out the consequences, especially for yourself, of choosing to adopt that particular course of action. For we too will be forced to get dressed, taking our little chip, upon which the ‘movie’ our video camera kindly generated for us is located, to the local Police Station, where we will feel compelled to arrange a little ‘viewing.’ But I suspect that you’d rather we didn’t do that, and if you agree to our terms here, nobody other than us five needs to know just what has been going on here.”
“And just what terms are those, Anna?” As if I couldn’t guess just what they were after!
“Very sensible, Darling, it appears that you are not going to disappoint us after all. Although I also feel compelled, just for the record if you like, to tell you that the reason we waited before interrupting your games, is that we didn’t any clever defence lawyer trying to point out, that you hadn’t actually committed the offence of rape yet, as you hadn’t actually pushed yourself onto my Laura. THAT’S why we waited until you fully obligated yourself. And although there won’t be any real evidence of your rape of Fiona left by now, no doubt you will be in that position of having to declare, what’s the saying, oh yes, ‘there are other offences to be taken into consideration.’ But there’s no need for any of that, is there?”
“No, I guess not Anna. But you still haven’t explained just what you want from me here.”
“Come, come, now, surely an intelligent young man like yourself can work THAT out from the manner in which the four of us are currently attired, or I suppose to be more accurate, how we are NOT attired! You are to spend the rest of this weekend,” it was the beginning of the Friday evening incidentally, “as our ‘guest’ in this very room. And, as both Fiona AND Laura will no doubt attest to, you seem to have acquired a habit of tying ladies to beds, we were wondering if you’d like to sample that particular practice in the reverse orientation? Although we plan to go one step further than you did, to either Fiona or Laura. You see, you appear to have been content just to have secured their arms, but we want to do things properly, yes, we’ll be tying your legs to the lower bedposts too. Yes, my Darling, you are going to be our complete and utter sex toy for the entire weekend! You are going into custody, Darling, but which type is up to you. The legal type, because I’ve absolutely no doubt as to whether you’ll receive a spell in jail as a result of our little film, or you can choose to be in our sexual version instead. You’ll probably far too young to remember the T.V. program hosted by the late Cilla Black, called ‘Blind Date,’ but to quote one of her co-presenters, if never seen, called Graham, ‘the decision is yours!’ So, which is it going to be?”
Realising that I didn’t really have any choice here, if I refused these females what they were demanding, then I was facing a spell in jail, a criminal record, and for a sexual offence no less making me a real outcast in society, losing my job in the meantime. I knew that I’d have to give in. “Yes Anna, I surrender myself to you, I agree to your terms. I am now totally yours, for this weekend at least it appears!”