Message-ID: <2647eli$9708051357@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/2647.txt> From: wsoxwin@aol.com (WSoxWin) Subject: Weekend of Surprises Part 1 (M,f BND) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <19970803212100.RAA17472@ladder01.news.aol.com> A Weekend of Surprises Part 1 Author: WSoxWin@AOL.com Written for: Khrystah@AOL.com Disclaimer: You must be over 18 years of age to view this story. It contains adult material. Well, here I am again, not that I don't deserve it, I do, and actually I like it! I'm tied in almost a ball-tie with a white ball gag in my mouth. My boyfriend says it looks good against my red lips. It also matches the white lingerie that I am wearing. My boyfriend always likes to tie me up a garter belt and stockings, or any lingerie, for that matter. My hands are bound behind my back palm to palm to a rope that goes around my waist, and through my crotch with knows at all the right places. My upper arms are bound with my elbows rather close together. There also ropes above and below my breast holding my arms tightly to my body. My legs are tied with soft cotton rope at my thighs, above and below my knees, and at my feet. This rope also ties my high heels onto my feet and is connected to my hands about four inches away. This really isn't that uncomfortable, even with the rope that goes from my knees to the 'D' ring of the 2 inch collar around my neck, pulling me into a tight ball, I sure am glad that I am flexible, I was blindfolded with a leather disc blindfold, white of course to match my outfit, but my boyfriend removed it, gave me the remote control to the television, and told me to enjoy. The remote fell on the floor a while ago as I was squirming and struggling here on the bed. Wondering how I got myself into this position! Well...here goes. It all started yesterday at the restaurant where I work as a waitress. Actually it's more of a soda parlor. Burgers and fries, hot dogs, ice cream sundaes, and the like. It is a nice family restaurant, and a not too bad place to work, except for the ridiculous waitress uniforms that we have to wear. They are not obscenely short, but short enough that we have to wear bloomers to keep anything from showing should we bend over. They say the waitress that forget their bloomers get the best tips. The uniforms are red one piece outfits, with puffy sleeves trimmed with white lace, as are the collars and the hem of the shirts. They are fairly tight to wear, and even make my body look good. The skirts are of a cheerleader fashion, fairly short, with red and white striped aprons which tie in a big bow in the back. The whole place has the decor the 20's or 30's. If this is how they dressed then, I am glad to be living in the nineties! Some times the manager has to throw out some of the misfits, that buy a cup of coffee, and stay for three hours. To watch us parade around in our short skirts. More than one person has been caught doing other things besides reading behind his newspaper. I work the swing shift, from eleven a.m. to eight p.m., with an hour lunch break that I rarely see. It isn't really a bad shift. I don't have to get up early, and it is just getting dark when I get off work, so the entire evening isn't shot. The other waitresses, staff and managers are a pretty good lot. The average age of the employees is 21. I am one of the older ones at age 24 which brings me to another subject. Let me introduce myself. My name is Mindy, I am 24 and waitressing while looking for a job in my true career of accounting. I graduated college last year and have been working here while putting in applications ever since. I live in a pretty good area with my boyfriend Rich. Rich is a VCR repairman, and a good guy. The best one I've found so far. He is kind and understanding and little bit muscular. He isn't the best I've ever had in bed, but he is quite good, and quite interesting at times, such as now! I am in pretty good shape for my height and weight. My breasts may be a little bit too small, and I may be a little bit overweight , but I haven't had any complaints. I have shoulder length brown hair. Anyway back to yesterday at work. I had just punched out and said goody-bye to the night shift. It was about 8:15 p.m. on a Friday night, so I was going to try to rush home and persuade Rich to take me out somewhere. I left through the back door and started for the employee lot, when a hand clamped over my mouth and a strong grip pulled my arms behind my back. I was startled, but not overly concerned, when I thought I heard Rich disguising his voice, hissing, "Don't turn around, and don't make a sound." I just stood still quietly as I felt handcuffs lock around my wrists. a dark silk scarf was then wrapped around my eyes twice and then tied behind my head. The assailant then grabbed my upper right arm and said, "This way." I was forced out into the parking lot, taking small steps, being unsure of the footing because of the blindfold. The strong arm of my kidnapper almost seemed to hold me up as it guided me across the parking lot. Suddenly we stopped, and I was pushed face down into the back seat of a vehicle that I didn't recognize. When I was halfway in, I was forced down onto my stomach and I felt a knee in the center of my back, It was not painful, but I could not get up. I then heard the raspy voice say, "sshh". as I tried to ask what was going on. He then proceeded to fumble with the bow from my apron. He slid my hands through the loops, pulling the ends tight, trapping my hands in the bow. The ends were then tied, looped around my wrists and cinched up in between with the tips tied up where my fingers couldn't reach them, I know, I thought knew for sure that this was my boyfriend Rich because he loved to tie my hands like this whether in my waitress uniform, playing French maid, or just wearing an apron to cook a meal. He knew that if tied right, the apron strings kept my hands behind me, but also kept my hands bound tightly to my waist. Then I felt the hand cuffs being removed. I played the game and obeyed quietly. The strong arms pulled me out of the car, closed the back door, and opened the front passenger door. With one of his hands on the top of my head, and one on my arm, I was guided into the front seat of the car. After he swung my legs and feet in, I felt the waist belt and shoulder harness being buckled over me and into place. I then felt the hand cuffs being double locked onto my ankles, so they wouldn't tighten up. "Don't tear my stockings" I said in mock terror. Wrong move I found out. Next thing I knew, a cloth is being forced into my mouth, and another scarf, with a knot tied in the center is being forced between my teeth, and them tied underneath my hair, at the nape of my neck. "No!" I screamed into the gag, but it was too late, it came out like "mmmppphh". "No more noise" the voice hissed. As if I could make any sound now if I wanted to. I then felt him tying a rope to the handcuffs on my ankles, and pulling it under the seat, pulling my feet securely underneath. He used the free end of the rope to wrap around me and the seat several times before tying it off. This was totally unnecessary, because I was already not leaving this automobile without his consent, I was his captive. I squirmed and struggled, but I was definitely stuck, and finally settled in and tried to get a bit more comfortable. My door closed, and then I heard the drivers door open. He got in and put on his belt. I heard the car start. The first thing I noticed, as he was backing out of the stall, was that the car radio was tuned to the oldies station, which Rich usually didn't listen to. I was also baffled, even though Rich liked to play games, whose car was this, and even though it was dark, how did he think he could get away with driving a bound and gagged woman through the center of town? Not to mention blindfolded. Wouldn't other drivers find this strange? After we had been on the road for what seemed to be 15 minutes, and we had made so many turns, that I had no idea where we were at. I made some noise into my gag, because our house was only about 5 minutes away. I felt a hand squeeze my left breast, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to wake up my nipple, that was jutting out the fabric of my uniform and bra, and give it a slight tug. The voiced hissed, "no noise!" in almost a whisper, and then I felt a pinch, It didn't hurt as much as get my attention, which what it was meant to do I think. I involuntarily let out a yelp into my gag. At that time I felt a pinch and heard "no noise" again, we went back and forth three or four times with each pinch getting harder and longer, until I decided to hold my tongue. After driving for what seemed like an eternity, though it was probably only another 15 minutes or so, with my left nipple throbbing and wanting more attention, I felt a hand slip up under my skirt and apron and try to spread my legs. I acted like I didn't want the hand there and squeezed my thighs together tightly. The car was them pulled over to the corner of the road. I believe the we were in a remote area because I had stopped hearing other vehicles awhile back. I heard the drivers door open, and he gets out, and then I feel my door opened. Suddenly, I feel hands on my panties, and bloomers as they are yanked out from under me and pulled down to the hand-cuffs around my ankles. I started squirming and twisting in my bonds, and squealed into my gag. The thumb and forefinger soon went to work on my right nipple signaling me to be quiet. I yielded as I felt a rope tied around my right thigh just above the knee. The rope was them run around the back of the seat to my left leg, pulled tight, and them tied off, leaving me spread wide open. I squirmed again and howled into the gag as I felt a hand on my pussy. I tried to close my legs to no avail. Everything was happening way too fast. I excited but a little bit scared. I moved away as much as I could, which wasn't much, as the hands groped me. All of the sudden the knot was pulled out of my mouth, the packing was removed and I felt lips on mine, a tongue invaded my mouth. I almost bit it off, but I recognized the taste, it was Rich after all. "Feeling feisty tonight Baby?", he said, finally using his regular voice. He then kissed me again deeply, as I sucked in his tongue passionately. He started to nibble my lips and dart his tongue in and out of my mouth. I opened my mouth to receive his tongue again, but instead I got only the scarf stuffed back into my mouth, and the knot returned tightly between my teeth. I tried to speak his name, and tell him not to stop, but it was too late. He then stated, "I want to make sure that you are good and horny when we get home", and with that he leans me forward as far as the ropes under my breast will allow, and unzips my uniform down the back to the rope. I struggled and begging into the gag as he started to undo the clasp of my front latch bra. As my breasts sprang free, he started to massage them and said "Don't worry Hun, the windows are tinted all the way around, no one will see you unless you're bad and I have to turn on the dome light." "No!", I squeaked into my gag as he closes my door and gets in his side of the car. "The drive home is about a half hour", he states. "I'm sure you will enjoy the ride." On the way home, he alternated between pulling and pinching my throbbing nipples and playing with my drenched pussy, sliding one and sometimes two fingers deep into my slit as I moaned into my gag. I was helpless, his prisoner, and there was nothing I could do but enjoy it, and that I did. About thirty minutes and 5 orgasms later, we pulled into our driveway. I heard the garage door go up, and then down again after we had pulled in. Rich came around to my side of the car and opened my door. He untied me from the seat and took off my seatbelt. Then he unlocked the hand-cuffs from my ankles, he swung my legs out of the car, and took my undies and bloomers off of my ankles. He used theses to clean up the wetness on my legs and the seat of the car from my juices over flowing. "Wait here", he said. What else could I do? He went into the house and returned shortly. "Lift your chin", he said. I obeyed, and felt him buckle a two inch leather collar around my neck. Then he attached a chain leash to it. Using the leash, he helped me to stand next to the car. Kneeling between my legs, he gave my mound a few licks and pecks, and my knees almost gave out. Sensing this he stopped, and with a jingle of steel and chain, he had double-locked ankle shackles onto my feet. He stood and said, "Let's go inside." I felt silly. Feet shackled, juiced running down my inner thighs, my hands secured to my waist by my apron, uniform half off, breasts hanging out, gagged, blindfolded, and being led by a leash like a dog. I followed him in - horny as Hell! Part Two to follow shortly... This is my first story...we would love to hear your feedback. Please E-Mail me @ WSoxWin@AOL.com. Thanks~ Krista and Jay ************************************************************************** *************************** -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /