Garden Service

part 1

Charlie Thurston looked out over the garden while wiping his forehead with a piece of cloth. Two hours work had resulted in a mowed lawn, cleaned out pool and trimmed hedges. This was the second summer that Charlie spent his summer doing yard work as a summer job while attending college. First year with his own route and truck since last year he had worked alongside the owner of the company for a couple of weeks and then filled in spots where needed. But hard work paid of and this year he was left to pretty much his own devices and he had requested this neighbourhood based on the work he had done here last summer. After three weeks the route was already expanding with new customers. He looked over to the shade by the pool where the lady of the house, Mrs. Hayden, was laying in a large wooden deckchair with a sunhat over her face. At 46 she had a nice plump body with forms that evoked lurid thoughts. Charlie collected his things and called out to her.

- I'm done for now and will turn on the sprinklers now. I'll be back in an hour or two, OK? He got a drowsy mmm as a reply and the woman shifted somewhat in the chair. Charlie let his eyes roam over the plump figure and sighed silently to himself.

After loading up the gear in the truck, he took out his calendar and checked for the next stop. The Martins two doors down, a new client. Well this should be interesting. This family was a referral from Mrs. Ryan further down the street. In this uptown suburban part of town the referral was close to the only way of doing business. And the large houses all came with extensive gardens sheltered from view, both from the street and from the neighbours by using both planks and large hedges. The people in this part of town valued their privacy and therefore wanted to be sure about the hired help when it came to quality and discretion. Charlie was renowned for both which gave him more and more work, soon his schedule would be full and he would have to start turning turning down job offers.

Charlie moved the truck down two houses and went up to the kitchen entrance and knocked. A shapely brunette in her early forties opened the door. She wore a simple white floral print dress that went down to her ankles. In her simplicity she was a very beautiful woman.

- Yes? She asked in a soft tone.

- Charlie Thurstone of Hometown Gardening mam. I have an appointment to look over the garden and set up a schedule for the summer?

- Ah yes, but your early?

- Yes mam, I was done a little earlier than was expected over at the Hayden place. I still have to go back there in an hour or so, but that is only to finish of a few minor chores left. Might as well use the time here.

She smiled.

- Yes I suppose so, come in.

Charlie stepped into a large kitchen.

- Would you like something to drink perhaps? Soda, water or juice?

- Some water would be greatly appreciated, mam.

The brunette went over to the counter and filled a large glass with water from a bottle in the fridge.

- Here you go. By the way, I'm Paula Martin.

- Thanks.

- So, how do we do this then?

Charlie drank some water.

- Well, first we look over the garden and you tell me what you want done and how regular, then I try to fit you into my schedule so that we get as close as possible to your needs and wants.

Paula Martin's eyes fluttered for a second.

- Great, this way then.

She went over to another door on the large corner kitchen and went out on the decking on the back of the house where the large garden could be overlooked. Charlie went after her admiring her body moving under the dress.

The walked around in the garden for some twenty minutes talking over the needs of the garden. Charlie drew up a schedule and Paula Martin signed it and got a copy. Charlie then went to work with mowing the lawn that looked a little ragged. After about thirty minutes in the summer heat, he heard his name being called out from the decking by the house. He took of his cap and looked over. Paula Martin stood there, she held a large water glass.

- Would you like some water, Charlie? She asked in a raised voice.

- Thanks, that would be great.

- Come up here into the shade then.

She went over to the large parasol and the shade so Charlie walked up to the deck to join her. He saw that she had changed from her dress to a rather reveling bikini and had a large sarong draped over her hips. She handed him the water and when she noticed his gaze and blushed slightly.

- It's rather hot today, isn't it uncomfortable to work out in the sun? She enquired.

- Well. it is summer so the heat is expected, but a cloud now and then would be nice. The sun can really suck the energy right out of you.

- Yes I suppose it does. She looked out over the garden. You seem to do a great job of it though. Camilla said you were talented when she told me of your work.

Charlie startled a little, but didn't show it and his inner voice started singing. He had hoped for it ever since he saw her open the door.

- Oh?

Paula Martin avoided his eyes and fidgeted with her hands somewhat. She started to blush.

- She said you were quite handy to have around and knew what you were doing and that she never had a better .. um .. help around the house and ...

- That was where nice of her to say. He smiled at her awkwardness knowing in part what was coming next. He wondered just how much Camilla Ryan had told this brunette of the help he had given her around the house. Paula blushed some more and looked down in shyness.

- And I wondered if ...

- Yes?

- .. if ... well you see, I ... I ...

- You need some more help and don't know how to ask since "housework" isn't on the schedule?

She looked up at him still blushing.

- Yes. She answered in a low tone.

- I see. Camilla mentioned when she told me that you might need help with the garden that your divorced?

- Yes.

- How long has it been?

She bit her lip and looked out into the garden.

- Since your divorce that is.

- Um, seven months.

Charlie stepped closer to her and he could see her tense up. He placed a hand on her upper arm and felt her tremble slightly. She looked down again, her hair hanging forward obscuring her view.

- So what you need is some help to relax and get things of your mind for a while?

She didn't answer. He moved his hand and gently lifted her head with his finger under her chin so he could look into her eyes. A tear was forming, but her face didn't show fear or sadness, just a mournful silent longing in her eyes.

- Yes please. The voice was low and almost cracking.

- OK, let's see what we can do about that. He gently kissed her forehead and whispered to her. Let's go inside.

He placed the glass of water on the table and followed the clearly uncomfortable Paula Martin into her house.

- Where...? She asked without without finishing the question.

- That depends. Are you sure about this?

She stopped in the middle of the kitchen and then nodded with her back to him.

- What are you sure of?

She saw her tensing her back-muscles again. He needed to defuse the situation and help her to relax. He stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder.

- Just tell me what it is you want. You will find it easier to think about it if you also say it out loud.

- I ...

- You need release and to get some of this tension out of your system, is that so?

- Yes, I ...

- Just tell me in your own words what you need.

- I ... she stammered and then fell silent for a second or two before she spun round and blurted out.

- I need you to make me feel loved again. I need to feel like .. like .. like a woman again. I need to feel a man inside of me. Happy?

He smiled at her and took her in his arms and kissed her gently on the lips. She tensed up for a split second, but then slowly weakened and then clasped her arms around him and returned the kiss. He whisperd to her

- Yes, I'm very happy with that. Let's go look at you bedroom shall we.

He let go of her and she reluctantly let go of him. This one has fire he thought.

- Lead the way, Paula.

She blushed again and then led him through the house and up to the second floor where the large master bedroom was overlooking the garden. A large king size bed stood against the opposite wall from the windows. The room was spacious and decorated in light colors. There was a door to what he presumed was a bathroom and a few other pieces of furniture as a toilet table with a large mirror and a heavy antique looking wardrobe that might just lead to a fairytale kingdom. With a hand on her shoulder he stopped her in the middle of the floor and turn her towards him. He embraced her, kissed her again and looked into her eyes and spoke softly.

- How much detail did Camilla go into when she recommended my "help"?

- Not much, she just said that you knew what you were doing and that I should trust you to get the most out of it.

- So nothing more than that?

- No? Should she have said any more?

- Perhaps, perhaps not, but the question is, do you trust me?

- I ... I don't know.

- Do you trust Camilla?

- Yes, I have known her for the better part of twenty five years. We met at college.

- I see, then if she says you can trust me, can you?

- Oh... yes, yes I suppose so.

- Good. Let's try that trust some what. Do you have a scarf to blindfold you with.

- Blindfold? I .. yes I have a scarf.

- Could you fetch it please?

She looked at him for a second, but made up her mind and went over to a large antique wardrobe and drew out one of the bottom drawers. Charlie noticed that the contents was largely that of scarfs, gloves and other accessories a well dressed woman might have. Paula selected a large silky looking scarf with a burgundy and gold pattern. She came back and with a hesitant motion handed it to Charlie. He took it and ran it through his fingers savoring the feel of the material.

- Now turn around please.

She turned around and he folded the scarf into a three inch wide band. He gently placed it over her eyes and tied it of with a knot at the back of her head. The scarf covered from the middle of her forehead down over the bridge of her nose. Paula shuddered a little as if she suddenly felt cold contrary to what the heat in the room would suggest. Charlie brushed her shoulder length hair over her right shoulder and kissed her soft left shoulder while he reached around and gently cupped ans squeezed her breasts through the fabric of her bikini top. He felt his loins stirring and whispered in her ear

- Nice, really nice. Let's see what's hiding under the sarong shall we? Stand still with your arms at your side please.

Paula complied while he slowly unties the knot that held the sarong over her hips and let the garment fall to the floor. He saw to his delight that she wore no bikini pants to match the top.

- Well well, someone was betting the farm here I see. He chuckled and Paulas blushing went deep red.

Still standing behind her, he let his hands gently roam over her stomach and thighs rather than reaching for her pussy. She moaned a little and laid her head backwards against his shoulder and started to reach for him.

- No, stand still Paula. I will tell you when to move. She bit her lower lip and gave a sound of annoyance.

- There is no rush. I want to explore every nook and cranny of your lovely body. His kissed her neck and continued to explore her thighs and stomach with his hands. Paula started to breathe a little heavier and he could feel her nipples hardening under his touch. He reached up and tugged the knot loose that held her breast prisoners of her bikini top and slowly removed the last garment on her body and dropped it to the floor. He admired her naked body as she stood with her arms at here sides and her back towards him. There were faint lines after a bikini in the tan and her curves were those of a mature woman, but without any excess fat to speak of. She was trembling slightly and startled somewhat when he whispered in her ear again.

- Do you trust me?

- Yes. Her answer was labored and low.

- Stand still.

He moved silently over to the antique wardrobe and retrieved two more scarfs. He draped them over the upturned palms of his hands and returned to his position behind her. He reached around her and cupped her left breast with his left hand, holding the scarf against her body and placed his right hand on her stomach just below the navel. He started to slowly massage her now trembling body with soft sensual movements and her breathing got heavier still. He could feel her starting to move her pelvis in the same rhythm he was massaging her body. My my, he thought, she is really in need of some caring love. He smiled and pinched a nipple which made Paula let out a yelp. He kissed her neck and then moved the other hand down to her pussy lips that had swollen up with her arousal. She pressed her sex towards his hand and started to gyrate her lower body as he slowly caressed her womanhood through the scarf. She started to moan and he kissed her neck once more.

- My, aren't we the horny little minx?

She just moaned an answer and used her left hand to guide his right hand and her right hand to grip her right breast as to compliment his massaging of the left one.

He withdrew his hands and she groaned in frustration.

- No, don't stop. Please...

- More?

- Yes, please. Her voice was pleading now.

- Do you trust me?

- Yeees.

- Then reach behind you with your hands.

She hesitated and then slowly reached back behind her as instructed.

- What are you going to do?

He shushed her and whispered in her ear

- Nothing you don't want to Paula. Please cross them for me.

He started to wrapthe scarf around her slender wrist, alternating horizontal and vertical to cinch the wrist together. Her body trembled with anticipation, lust and a small amount of fear. But she didn't resist when he finished tying her hands together with a knot and stepped back admiring his handiwork and her lovely soft body.

- Can you get free? He asked her gently.

- I ... I don't know?

- Try

She slowly started to move her hands and when she found the scarf tying her hands quite unyielding she tried harder. After a minute or so she slumped her shoulders hanging her head in defeat and said with a trembling whisper

- No.

He stepped around her, raised her face to his and kissed her parted lips.

- You look amazing Paula. He then leaned forward and kissed her nipples for which he was rewarded a sigh and a shudder through her body.

- You like that do you?

- Yes

- More?

- Yeees!

He started to lick her breasts and nibble on the stiff protruding nipples. He then moved down along her body, kissing it and licking it, until he was on his knees facing her pussy. He could smell her arousal and he blew on her clitoris witha slow blow. Paula nearly fell over from the spasm going through her body. Charlie knew it was time to take the next step.

He took the third scarf and wound it around her ankles and then cinched it between her legs before tying it off with a knot. He then stood up admiring her bound body.

- What...? she started to ask. He placed a finger on her lips.

- Quiet.

- But...?

- Shhhh.

She fidgeted, but was quiet. He returned to the wardrobe and rummaged through it until he found what he needed and returned to her. He whispered in her ear once more.

- Do you trust me?

- Yes, her voice almost not holding her lust back

- Do you want more?

- Yeeesssss. Pleeeease fuck meeee.

He scoped her up in his arms and carried her bound body to the bed where he placed her on her back in the middle. She wriggled and tested her bounds but kept silent. He stroked her body and helped her over on one side so he could undo the scarf around her wrists. He then proceeded to place her on her back, again telling her not to move or speak. He took her left arm and fastened a soft sash from a robe around the wrist and then tied the other end around the headboard of the bed, out to her side. She winced and bit her lower lip, but kept silent and laid still. He then proceeded to do the same to her right arm effectively tying her to her headboard with another sash. Finished he stood up looking down on Paula where she lay on her own bed, naked tied and wholly at his mercy.

- Struggle for me Paula, try to get loose.

She complied and started to tug on the bonds securing her arms to her bed. The sashes did not give way and she was trapped. He could see her breath quickening. He stroked her body once more, letting his fingers drag down between her breast, over her stomach and down to her venus mound. He gently stroked her tuft of hair down there and asked her

- Do you trust med Paula?

- Yes

- Are you afraid?

- ... yes, a little.

- Do you want me to stop?

- ... no

- Do you want more?

- yeeessss.

He kissed her stomach and stood up. Standing by the foot of the bed he untied her ankles and then proceeded to use two pairs of pantyhose to tie her feet to opposite corners of her bed's foot railing. She was now spreadeagled on her large bed and Charlie enjoyed the sight.

- Struggle for me Paula.

She obeyed and started to wriggle on the bed in her bonds.

- Try harder.

She renewed her efforts, but could not break free from the bed. She was his prisoner and she knew it. He stroked her left leg and asked her

- Paula, is there something you want to ask me?

She lay quiet.

- Isn't there something you want me to do?

She stirred and answered meekly

- yes

- What is that?

She mumbled something. He heard her, but enjoyed the power so he asked her again.

- Sorry, I didn't hear that Paula.

- I want you to fuck me, she blurted out blushing all over her body this time.

- You want me inside of you?

- Yeees, please.

- Do you want to come?

- Yeeeeeeeesss!

She started to strain against the bonds again, trying to get free, trying to reach him.

- And if I fuck you and let you come? What will you do then?

- Anything. Please I need it. I'll do anything. Pleeeease.

- Anything it is then. He smiled. He took out his mobile phone and snapped a few pictures of her. He then took off his clothes and kneelt between her outspread legs. He leaned forward and directed his hardened member towards her soft pussy lips and whispered.

- Remember Paula Martin, anything is a lot to promise.

Before she could answer, he entered her and started to slowly fuck her. She dragged at her bonds and tried to grab him, to control the rhythm and get herself to the point of ecstasy she so desperately sought, but she was entirely at his mercy and he took his sweet time. After a while, when he felt the climax getting nearer, he started to increase the pace. He felt her responding to it and she started to moan louder and louder and arc her back, digging in her heels into the bed. They were both panting and the sweat was mixing from their two vibrating bodies in the summer heat that baked the room. He roughly thrust himself deep into her a few times before they both exploded in a torrent of orgasmic glow. He collapsed over her and felt her body spasm from the intensity of the moment. Charlie rolled of her and lay on his left side, propping himself up on his left arm. With his right hand he removed the blindfold, leaning over and kissing the sobbing Paula.

- Well that was intense.

Paula just sobbed with her eyes closed.

- Hey, are you OK? He stroked some hair out of her face and she opened her eyes.

- yes

- You really needed that, didn't you?

- oh god, yes.

- Well, that should have taken the edge of your pent up emotions and desires. But I think you will need some more to really relieve you of your tensions. Don't you?

Paula looked at him.

- What do you mean? Her breath was still panting and the sweat was running down her body.

Charlie put a finger on her lips.

- Sssshhh. You just get some rest and I will be back in an hour or so to get you a more cathartic release then you have ever experienced.

- But ..

- No buts, I'm afraid I have to insist on this. To leave you with only this and not to give you the full treatment would be negligent at best. You just lay back here and I will see to a few things and then return. Don't worry, I'll lock the door so no one will bother you while I'm away.

Paula snapped with her head and looked at him.

- What, you gonna leave me like this? Aren't you gonna untie me?

- Afraid not. You did promise anything and I'm calling in the promise. Why, don't you trust me?

He kissed her again.

- But you can't leave me like this, what if...?

- I won't be more than an hour, maybe two. He kissed her right breast and then her stomach. And when I get back I will light up those fires again and together we will make a memory to last. He kissed the inner thigh of her left leg and then stood up. He quickly dressed and was just about to leave when Paula pleaded with him.

- Please, don't leave me tied up. You can't. Pleeease.

- Now now, you just relax and try to maybe get some sleep for I'm afraid there will be scant time for that later on. He chuckled and left the room. Paula fought her restraints for a while, but they would not budge. She wanted to get loose, but the thought of her predicament was also making her horny again. She whimpered in despair and arousal. The summer heat and the orgasmic afterglow was beginning to make her sleepy. She was already drifting of to sleep, spreadeagled to her bed and newly fucked when Charlie locked the front and garden doors to the house, pocketed a key and left the house via the kitchen door, locking it behind him.

Garden Service - part 2

Charlie left the truck outside Paula Martin's house and walked the two houses over to the Hayden resident. He whistled softly for himself as he entered the large lush garden on the back of the house. He strolled over to the open shed and turned of the sprinklers. He then retrieved a small set of garden-sheers and some zip-ties. He put the zip-ties in his pocket and with the sheers in hand walked over to the pool where mrs Hayden still lying in her large wooden deckchair. He kicked the chair and said in a gruff tone.

- Time to wake up again, slut. Can't have you sleep the entire day away.

The busty slightly overweight woman in the chair stired and a low grunt emanated from the large straw hat covering her head. Other than the hat she was naked as the day she was born. Her tan had no bikini lines, but rather the same brown tone covered the whole body. Charlie leaned forward and ripped of the hat and discarded it like a Frisbee out into the garden. The woman looked up at him through drowsy eyes and tried to say something, but the large black ballgag effectively prevented any words to spill over her full red lips. Her dark blond hair was matted of sweat and spread around her head like a golden halo. He slapped one of her large tits.

- Wakey wakey, slut. Can't have you sleep the entire day away.

She moaned and tried to move, but the zip-ties fastening her to the deckchair held her in place and gave her no possible escape from Charlie's hands. He slapped her other tit and then roughly grabbed her pussy with his hand.

- You filthy little slut, all wet and ready huh? He pinched one of her outer lips and was awarded a howl from the bound woman. Come on, slut, time to get some work done.

He snipped the eight zip-ties fastening her to the chair, wrists, elbows, knees and ankles. He then drew her out of the chair and on to the lawn by a forceful grip of her long hair. She winched and landed on the lawn at his feet. He leaned down and grabbed her hands and wrenched them up on her back and used a new zip-tie to bind them together. He then took another zip-tie and forced her elbows together as well and tied them tight with it.

- It's time to say thank you for the nice nap out int he garden now, slut. And you better do a good job of it or I will whip your

tits and then you will have to do it all over again on the front lawn where all your prissy neighbors can see what a filthy whore you are.

The woman, lying on her stomach moaned and wriggled. He forced her to her knees by using her hair and unbuckled the ballgag. He then yanked it free of her mouth and a long dribble of spit followed it and drool ran down her chin. With one hand holding the back of her hair he drew her up to his crotch.

- You know what to do, slut. Take it out and get going.

The woman looked up at him with her large, slightly dazed blue eyes and then leaned forward. With her mouth and nose she nuzzled out the handle for the zipper on his pants and then with her teeth, she pulled it down. Charlie hadn't bothered putting back on his underwear so his erect member poked its way out. With a tentative look up at the gardener the woman opened her mouth and started to suck the protruding cock. Charlie helped her to keep the desired pace by using her hair to steer her. He smiled at her.

- Do you like the taste. I just fucked one of you neighbours. If you can guess which one I might be persuaded to let you come.

The woman tried to spit the cock out, but Charlie held her head close to his crotch by the tight grip of her hair.

- No, you don't stop until I shot my load down your throat. Keep going.

The woman grunted something, but the tip of his shaft was resting at her throat so whatever it was it just came out as incoherent grunts. Charlie started to forcefully fuck her face and felt the blond gag on his cock every time he sank it to the hilt into her mouth. After a few minutes he felt the buildup, so with a firm grip on both sides of her head he thrust so deep as he could before blowing his load down her throat. The woman thrashed and gulped and swallowed it all. Charlie withdrew and barked at her.

- Clean it good or we will move this show over to the front lawn.

The tied woman licked his cock clean and sucked the last driblets of cum from his helmeted head and swallowed it.

- Good slut. Let's get some lunch.

He yanked her up on her feet still using her hair as his hold and then forced her to walk bent forward at her waist. He moved swiftly with long strides as he walked over to the kitchen door at the back of the house with her in tow. The woman struggled to keep up with him with her arms tied and useless on her back. She nearly tripped several times when her bare feet caught on some uneven patch on the lawn.

Inside the kitchen he just let go of her hair and she collapsed on the floor in a shivering sweaty heap of female flesh. He stepped over to the refrigerator and opened it.

- So, what's for lunch? How about some carbs to balance out the protein you just had? He chuckled. Some mac 'n cheese perhaps?

He turned around and looked at the woman.

- Get up on your knees and answer my question, slut.

The woman raised her head and through her hair she looked up at him. She then started to struggle to get her legs under her and to get her self up on her knees on the kitchen floor. Charlie felt himself getting hard again as he looked at her struggle with gravity and her bonds. The woman righted herself and sat hon her knees on the floor, arms tied behind her and looking into the floor at a point just in front of her knees.

- Yes please, sir. The voice was low and subservient.

Charlie grunted and took out a plastic container out of the fridge. He wrenched off the lid and sniffed it and walked over to a set of bowls in the corner of the kitchen. I emptied the contents of the container in to one of them and then took up the other one. He dropped the empty plastic container and the lid in the sink and then filled the other bowl with water from the tap. He then put it back beside the other. The woman never lifted her head during this and just sat on the floor, her hair hanging all around her head obscuring her face. Charlie then took out some pizza from the fridge and put it in the microwave. While the oven hummed away heating the pizza he got out knife, fork, glass and a plate from the cupboards and laid it out on the table. He fetched a coke from the fridge and opened it. The cool beverage felt good sloshing around in his mouth and he put the cold can against his forehead. When the microwave oven pinged to announce the readiness of the pizza he took it out and put in on the plate and then sat down to eat. He filled his glass with cola and then without looking at the kneeling woman barked a command.

- Eat.

She immediately moved over to the bowls and drank so water, she then proceeded to eat the cold, day old mac 'n cheese from the bowl. Charlie stole a glance of her by the corner of his eye, smiles and started to eat his lunch. He was starving and also a little tired, so far the day had been quite busy and it was only 12.30. This job is going to wear me out he thought while glancing at the round naked ass of the woman on the floor.

After having eaten his lunch and watched the bound woman lick her bowl clean, Charlie put away the dishes and the bowls in the sink.

- OK, time to get you a little more presentable. Up you go.

He hauled the woman to her feet by yanking her up by her hair. She moaned, but other than that she was silent. He smacked her ass hard which rewarded him with a yelp from her.

- Go up to the bedroom and wait for me there. Try anything and I'll whip you, understood?

She meekly replied

- Yes, sir.

- Well? Get going.

She hurriedly took of out the door and into the hallway and he could hear her scurry up the steps to the second floor. He knew she would try to get off once she was up there and he was giving her just enough rope to hang herself. He pondered how to punish her exactly. He smiled when it came to him, now that would be just the thing he thought.

He leisurely strolled up to the master bedroom on the second floor and could hear her grunting out in the hallway. He silently opened the door an inch or two and peeked inside. What he saw gave him an instant erection. The woman was fucking herself with the knob on the bed's foot board. It was a tennis-ball sized wooden knob on top of a meter high post. She had a foot on either side and her back to the bed and with closed eyes and her mouth hanging open she heaved her own body up and down over the knob by using her knees and feet. He could see the knob disappearing into her wet pussy over and over again and her breathing was getting heavier by the pump. He knew she was getting close and he was having non of that. He pushed open the door and barked.

- Who gave you permission to masturbate you miserable slut.

He was over by her side in three long strides and yanked her of the pole by grabbing her by the neck. He threw her on the bed and the woman was whimpering, denied an orgasm that she obviously needed so bad.

- I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry. Her voice trembling.

- Yeah, you will be sorry.

He took out a zip-tie and wrapped it around her ankles. He left her lying on her stomach on the bed and walked over to a large cabinet in the corner and opened it. Inside was a multitude of whips, gags, restraints and clothing. It looked like someone had bought up an entire adult fetish store and dumped it inside this single cabinet. Glancing over at the struggling body on the bed he started to select a few items from the hooks and drawers. His smile was that of a devil and he knew he at least was going to enjoy this.

He returned to the woman, leaned over her and whispered.

- Because you are such a filthy little slut I will have to tech you that obedience is a virtue you do best to excel in.

He used a small set of cutters to cut of the two zip-ties that held her arms. He then turned her over on her back and used a pair of handcuffs to cuff her hands in front of her. He fastened a chain to the connecting link on the cuffs and drew the other end through the railings on the headboard of the bed stretching out her arms above her head. He used a small spring hook to lock the chain in place so she couldn't lower he arms again. He then proceeded to do the same to her feet so that she was stretched out like on a makeshift rack.

- I said that if you didn't obey I would whip you, didnīt I?

A single tear ran down her face as she replied meekly.

- Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir.

- Yes, I know you'r sorry but that will notstop the punishment that you so richly deserves.

She whimpered and closed her eyes. Charlie leaned over her and held out a large penis gag to her mouth.

- Open.

She hesitantly complied to the demand and he slid the large shaft into her open mouth. He buckled the strap behind her head and tested the effectiveness of the gag by pinching one of her large swollen nipples. She screamed, but the sound was nicely muted and garbled so he proceeded with the punishment.

He went back to the cabinet and selected a short riding crop with a small leather hand at the end. He made a few swishes through the air both to hear it and also to let her know what was coming. She whimpered behind her gag and was fighting her chains. But the struggles was to no use, Charlie knew what he was doing and the bonds where tight and unyielding. The sweat shone on her body and her chest heaved as arousal and fear gripped her plump frame. Charlie placed himself by the bed and used the riding crop to move a few strands of hair from her face.

- You will get five lashes on each tit and then depending on your behavior you will receive 10 lashes on your ass.

The woman froze and Charlie raised the crop. The first lash landed on the right breast just under her nipple and she howled into her gag, arching her body as the pain hit her nerves. The following lash went for her left breast and this time it landed above the nipple. She thrased around and tried to break the chains, screaming in pain. She kept her eyes screwed closed which made her whole face wrinkle in a grimace. Charlie counted the lashes out loud for her.

- Left two. Swish. Right two. Swish. Left three. Swish.

By the fourth lash she was laying still and whimperd as the red hand-shaped marks swelled on her large tits, indicating where the crop had landed. When the two last marks was brightly etched into her trembling flesh she was crying and made no sound. Charlie stroked down along her body with the riding crop starting at her nose. When he eventually, during the slow passage down her shivering body, reached her snatch she tried to penetrate herself on it by thrusting up her pelvis against it.

- Tsk, tsk, tsk. You haven't learnt anything, have you? Maybe a couple of hours in the bag will help you more than this?

Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him. She started to plead and shake her bonds again but Charlie just stood there.

- No, I think the bag is just the thing you need. Some time to reflect on your transgressions, hmm?

He returned the crop to the cabinet and then took out a few more things. He unhooked the chains from the bed and hauled the cuffed and gagged woman to her shaky feet.

- Stand still.

He then uncuffed her hands, but cautioned her to not move and then cuffed her hands on her back instead. He then pointed to the door leading to the bathroom.

- Hop over to the bathroom so we can get on with this, Stalling will only prolong the agony you will endure later.

She looked at him pleadingly and grunted something behind her penis gag, but then hang her head in defeat as his uncaring eyes just locked with hers. She started to hop over to the bathroom across the bedroom floor. He admired the sight of her large breasts flopping about with each consecutive hop as she proceeded across the floor, trying to keep her balance with her hands cuffed behind her back and her ankles cuffed together. She eventually reached the bathroom so he followed her. He motioned to the toilet and said in no uncertain terms.

- If you want to avoid unnecessary accident you better make use of the toilet know.

She looked at him and jumped over to it and sat down. When she had emptied herself he helped her to clean herself. She grinded herself against his hand as he wiped her pussy but his touch was brief and just served to increase her agony. She moaned her frustration but to no avail. He then had her hop back into the bedroom next to the bed.

Charlie commanded her to stand still as he started to prepare her next grueling ordeal. He started of by removing the handcuffs from her wrist, caution her not to move. Her hands hang limp by her sides as he picked out an upper body harness of leather belts. With a practiced hand he started to fastened it around her torso, trapping her arms to the sides of her body. Belts went above and below her large breasts and a belt connected these belts and others as it was going down between the twin orbs. He thightened the belts, every pull forcing the older woman's body to swell over the leather belts a little more. He then uncuffed her ankles and replaced the cuffs with a spreaderbar, forcing her to balance with her feet one meter apart. She swayed some, but kept still, her eyes following every move he made. Small noises of discomfort and lust escaping her gag as his fingers touched her body. He took out some toys from the cabinet and showed them to the woman.

- See these? They will keep you simmering, but without giving any release. Wont that be fun?

He smiled at her agony seeing she knew full well what he meant and that she fully undetstood what was to come. He took a long thin anal dildo and stroked it over her breast as he looked into her eyes. As her own desires betrayed her and she moaned when the rubber toy touched her erect and sensitive nipples, he moved it downwards and rested it against her swollen pussy lips.

- Now, we need to get this lubricated and I see no reason to waste this natural abundance that you store down here.

He emphasized his point by penetrating her with it and then gently stroke it in and out a couple of times. The woman closed her eyes and started to move her hips and moan with undeniable pleasure, but Charlie didn't let her continue in this manner. He pulled the dildo out again as she groaned in frustration and tried to say something, but Charlie just shock his head at her and smiled a wicked grin.

- You are not allowed to come yet, so don't push it.

Her eyes started to water as she groaned in despair and she pleaded with him, but it fell on deaf ears. He just ignored her and went around the now sobbing woman. He spread her soft buttocks and looked at her wrinkled anus. He pressed the tip of the dildo against it and started to work it up into her. The sounds emanating from behind her gag changed to protest and she tried foolishly to move away from the intruder.

- Stand still or I will pick out a larger one for this and you will not get any lube on that one, slut.

She froze and he continued to press the anal dildo into place while she groaned. When the whole long thin shaft was inside of her, he took the cable that connected to it and temporarily fasten it on the back of her harness together with the combined batterypack and remote unit. He smacked her ass cheeks and returned to her front. He picked up two small suction cups and he dangled them in front of her eyes. He attached a small pump to one of them and then placed it above her right swollen nipple, a few pumps on the bulb and the cup attached itself rather nicely to her breast. A few quick movements and the left nipple was similarly decorated. He then took out two attachments and fastened them to the cups. He took up a remote control, flicked the onoff switches on both attachments and pressed a button on the remote. Instantly the cups started to vibrate, sending the vibrations down to the sensitive erect nipples, making the woman groan even louder and looking pleadingly at him.

- Feeling good?

She moaned and swayed her breast from side to side trying to dislodge the two tormenting vibrating suction cups. But it was no use, they held fast and continued to stimulate her sensitive nipples and to fuel her burning lust, a lust that found no release. Charlie turned of the vibrators, picked up a butterfly vibrator instead and bent down. He blew gently at her engorged clitoris making her shiver with desire. The sweat was rolling down her body and he knew she would do anything for him to fuck her right now, but that was not to be. The plans called for something else this day. He attached the straps for the vibrator to the upper body harness and took great delight in pressing the toy to the bound woman's sensitive sex. She immediately pressed her pelvic area against his hands, but Charlie was too quick to let her get anything out of it. With expert hands he took the crotchbelt of the harness and fastened it over the vibrator, then pulling it up between her legs and up on her back where he anchored it to the harness again, pulling it tight so that the two vibrators was pressed against her body. She raised herself up on her toes with a squeal as he did this and nearly lost her balance, but he steadied her with a hand in the small of her back. He then removed the spreaderbar from her ankles and took out what looked like a tight black skirt. He laid it on the floor and ordered her to step into it. She did so after a quick glance at him and he proceeded to pull the rubbery garment up over her legs. Along the sides of this skirt was five wide leather belts. When he had tugged the formfitting skirt up as far as it went below her navel he strapped the first belt tight around her waist so the skirt would not move down. He then rolled the skirt up to her knees and stood up again.

From a closet beside the cabinet he retrieved two high heel shoes made in black leather. He took these back to her and got down on his knees again in front of her. He ordered her to lift her left leg which she did and he slid the shoe onto her foot. The shoe had a sturdy ankle strap and he tugged this as tight as possible. He then repeated the whole thing with the other foot. He then took a short leather belt and strapped her ankles together before lowering the skirt back down again.

A pair of belts in the skirt went just above and below her knees and these was pulled tight effectively locking the knees together. A fourth strap was at the hem of the skirt where the hem reached down over the straps holding her shoes. The fifth and last strap was also fastened to the hem of the skirt, but instead went under her feet. He pulled it under her shoes between the heel and the sole so that the skirt would not ride up her legs. He stood up and took an admiring long look at her making her avert her eyes and blush.

Next came a hood of soft black leather. He held her chin and looked straight into her eyes and said.

- Any problem and I will put clamps on these instead.

He smacked her right tit with his left hand to illustrate what he meant. She gurgled some feeble response, but stood still.

He collected her long blond hair in a ponytail and pulled it through a hole in the top of the hood. He then started to work the hood down over her face. When it was resting on her nose he unstrapped the large penis gag and pulled it free of her mouth. She grimaced and moved her jaw muscles with some drool running down the chin. She started to say something but Charlie cut her off

- Quiet, slut or I will make you scream until your voice cracks.

He dropped the gag to the floor and then pulled the rest of the hood down. The hood had two nose tubes which he fitted into each nostril. There was no eye holes, but there was a mouth hole which he made sure was lined up with here mouth before starting to lace up the hood in the back. He pulled it nice and tight and when she groaned in protest he pulled it a little more and then tied it off. She was now blind and her hearing was impaired due to padding on the inside of the hood at each ear. He cupped her breast and massaged them a little, savouring the feel of them. They where large, round and 100% real. The woman drooled and moaned, but other than that kept quiet as he groped her flesh. The air in the room stood still in the warm midday sun that was shining in through the windows. Sweat was running down Charlie's back as he took up another leather sheet and started to wrap this around the bound woman's upper body. The sheet was formed like a jacket, but without sleeves and with a higher than usual collar and the opening in the back instead of the front. The sheet had a series of belts fastened in it just like the skirt had. Charlie started with the collar that also had a leather belt fastened around its outside. He pulled this tight enough to hamper her movement and to keep the sheet in one place, but not to impede on her breathing. He then started to pull the belts tight around her torso, fastening them together on her back. She protested by movements and grunts as the sheet pressed the nipple cups against her body, but Charlie took no notice of her discomfort.

He drew each belt tighter and tighter until he was satisfied in how the upper garment hugged her body tight. He stroked her body over the sheet and prodded here and there with his finger to see if there was room to make it tighter still. When he was sure of that the sheet was as tight as possible he grabbed the neck her and forcefully kissed her, pressing his tongue into her mouth through her parted lips. She kissed him back and moaned even more and struggled with the mass of leather and straps holding her body prisoner. He picked up a water bottle from the floor and offered her something to drink. She greedily drank the water, but he only let her have just so much so she wouldn't dehydrate to severely in the heat and so she would not need to empty her bladder for a few more hours.

- Any last words slut?

She hesitated and then replied with a shaky subservient tone.

- Yes sir. I'm sorry sir. This slut failed to obey sir. Thank you for punishing me and showing me the errors of my ways sir.

- Good girl.

He kissed her again and then pressed a large rubber coated ring gag behind her teeth. He fastened it deep into her moth and pulled the strap tight behind her head, making sure her hair hanged free over it. He then picked her up and carried her over to the bed and laid her on it. He took out a large bag-looking contraption in leather and rolled it out beside her. He opened it up like a sleeping sack and lifted her tightly bound body into it. She didn't move or complain, but rather seemed to have resigned herself to the treatment. He pulled the zipper on the bag up under her chin sealing her body inside the leather bag. He then continued to strap a number of wide leather belts around her already immobile body making the bag snug against her plump frame. Last he closed the strap around her neck leaving only her hooded head outside the bag with her hair strewn around it on the pillow under her hooded head.

Next he took out seven elastic straps with hooks in each end. These he fitted into d-rings on the bag and then drew out and attached the other hooks in steel rings positioned around the bottom frame of the bed. Two straps went out from the shoulders and to each upper corner of the bed. Two straps connected to the waist and out to the sides of the bed. Two straps was fastened to the feet of the bag and then out to the lower two corners of the bed. The seventh and last strap went from the foot end of the bag and straight down to the bottom of the bed. The trapped woman was now bound and totally immobile on top of the large bed, she could at best wriggle slightly, but was not going anywhere. Charlie stood a few minutes and watched the prisoner on the bed before he stowed the rest of the gear away and closed the cabinet. He took the remotes for the four vibrators and made adjustments to the settings on them. He then went over to the bed and leaned down over the cocooned female and told her

- I'm going to turn on the vibrators now and they are going to go on and off at randomly and not in sync with each other. That should keep you nice and heated while you wait for your masters return home this evening. He will be home late so I should guess that you have at least seven hours like this. Have fun now slut.

Immediately the bound form started to bucking on the bed and protest came from the gagged mouth. He could make out what she said but didn't really pay any attention to it as he turned the tormenting vibrators on and put the remotes on the nightstand. But for the bound woman trying to plead for mercy they could as well be on the moon for there was no way for her to get to them and to turn the torture off. She started in earnest to try breaking free of her confining cocoon of leather and to get her hands on the vibrating toys to either end the torment or to increase the stimulus to get herself over the edge, but it was no use. Her leather prison was to sturdy and left no way out for her.

Charlie stood a while in the doorway admiring the erotic sight and then left the bedroom as the lether cocoons movements started to lessen in intensity and the captive woman just moaned and sobbed under the tormenting stimulation of her sensitive flesh pleading for release and to be allowed to come.

In the hall he took up his mobile phone and dialed a number. When the other end picked up he talked low so that the woman in the bedroom wouldn't overhear the call.

- Hi, it's Charlie from Hometown Gardening. I have just finished tucking your slave in and she will be quite ready for your homecoming. She tried to get herself off, but no dice.

He listened a while and then replied to what had been said.

- It was my pleasure sir. You have a good day and we'll talk later in the week again. Bye.

He then went downstairs and out into the garden, locking the door after himself. Well, well he thought, this has made me itchy for some action again. Wonder if Paula is still asleep?

The End (for now anyways...)