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...
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Krista and Jay
