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Blind woman’s bluff
Chapter 1 - Unusual rules
Blind woman’s bluff
Chapter 1 - Unusual rules
Julie stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel off the rack. Drying herself, she walked out of the bathroom and padded down the corridor in her bare feet, heading toward the bedroom. Saturday evening had turned into a night. The house was mostly dark - having lived here for a few years now, she knew the place like the back of her hand and since she was heading for bed anyway, she didn’t see the need to turn on the lights. The only illumination was the glow of her bedside lamp that she could see from the open doorway.
Walking forward, she was drying her hair when someone grabbed her from behind. Strong hands pulled her hands behind her back and she was pushed forward, causing her to topple over and fall facedown on the carpeted floor. The towel fell on her head, leaving her literally in the dark as she felt someone land on top of her. Moving quickly, the assailant held her arms tightly behind her back while her other hand clamped over Julie’s mouth, forcing a wad of towel between her teeth.
“Shhhh. Do not fight me. Do as you’re told and you will be fine”, the assailant whispered in Julie’s ear. The voice clearly belonged to a woman. “Do you understand?” Julie nodded.
“Good. Remember, if you behave, you will be fine. Now, I am going to stand you up. Do not even think about touching the towel”, the woman said. She moved off Julie’s back and then, never once releasing her strong grip on Julie’s arms, she helped her naked victim stand up. The big, fluffy towel hung on Julie’s head, rendering her blind. The woman turned her around and rather gently guided her to stand facing the wall, her breasts pressed against the textured wallpaper.
“Give me your hands”, the woman said. She gripped Julie’s both wrists and guided her arms behind her back, settling the forearms parallel across the small of her back, each hand beside the opposite elbow. Julie felt a rope wrap around her forearms.
“What are you doing to me”, she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Shhhh”, was the only reply as the woman wound the rope around Julie’s forearms again and again. She then began to wind it around Julie’s upper body and shoulders. With practiced, fluent movements she weaved a snug, tight chest harness that welded Julie’s arms to her upper body. Finally, she tied the last knot and tucked the ends away.
“I am taking off the towel. Keep your eyes to the wall”, the woman said. Julie dared not disobey. When the woman tossed the towel aside, she tried to glance from the corner of her eye, but saw nothing worth noting - and even that was suddenly taken from her as the woman covered her eyes with a blindfold. Julie felt it to be made of thin, supple leather that molded to her face and stopped all traces of light - leaving her totally blind.
“What… what are you doing... “ she tried to once again ask.
The only reply was a hand pressing over her lips. “Shhh. I said that if you behave, you will be fine. Now, open your mouth.”
Julie shook her head, pressing her lips tightly closed.
The woman waited for a couple of seconds before replying. “If you behave, you will be fine. However, if you do not behave, there will be consequences. Open your mouth.”
Julie sighed and did as she was told. The woman carefully eased a ball gag behind her teeth and began wrapping the attached straps around her head. One pair of straps went around her head, another underneath her chin and a last one over the top of her head, over the blindfold. The woman buckled the straps in place with practiced efficiency. Exactly like the ropes, the straps were tight, but not uncomfortably so.
“You asked what am I going to do”, the woman said as she buckled the last strap of Julie’s gag. “I am going to play a game with you. I think you probably have played it before, when you were a kid - although we’re playing with a slightly different set of rules”, she said, taking hold of Julie’s biceps and gently turning the bound redhead away from the wall and guiding her forward.
“We’re playing blind man’s bluff - although in this case, I suppose it could be called blind woman’s bluff. As you can guess, you’ve been chosen to be It. However, as I said, we are going to play with unusual rules. Usually the person wearing the blindfold is trying to catch the sighted players… but we’re doing it the other way around. You’re trying to get away from me.”
Julie’s eyes would have gone big as saucers had she not been blindfolded. ‘Get away? How on Earth am I going to be able to get away, bound, gagged and blindfolded? What’s going on?’
Still holding her by the biceps, the woman continued, as if she’d guessed Julie’s thoughts. “Of course, your current predicament makes it a bit… challenging for you to get away from me… but I never said the rules were fair. As to what will happen if and when I catch you…” The woman let her words fade - and suddenly Julie felt a sharp pain on her left buttock. She yelped and flinched, reflexively moving away from the pain.
“Yes. Whenever I catch you… or whenever I feel like it… I will give you a tap with this lovely riding crop I have. That should give you enough incentive to try to get away from me, yes?”
Julie’s breathing went into overdrive. She was totally helpless, blind and bound - and at the mercy of this woman who was threatening to hit her whenever she wanted! Another strike landed on her right hip, once again making her yelp.
“If I were you, I’d start moving.”
Julie took a few hesitant steps. She heard the woman move and turned to move further away. Stopping, she tried to listen for more footsteps - but heard nothing. She tried to calm her breathing down and turned her head back and forth, as if trying to look around in vain… and then heard a couple of footsteps directly behind her - followed by the sharp sting of the crop right on her ass. Yelling into her gag, Julie once again moved away, trying to get away from her tormentor. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she briefly worried about the possibility of bumping into furniture, but trying to avoid getting hit was a more pressing worry.
Julie kept moving, a few steps at a time, straining her ears to pick up the slightest clues as to where her captor was with that damned crop of hers. 'She’s playing with me.' Julie could hear the occasional footstep, but she soon realized that the woman’s feet only made noise when she expressly wanted to. For the most part, she was able to move around her bound captive in total silence - leaving Julie completely at her mercy. The redhead turned this way and that, moving in fits and starts, a few steps this way, a couple that way… and inevitably there was the sting of the crop as the woman once again struck her naked skin. In her private darkness, Julie could only try to escape - knowing full well that it was impossible.
The crop strikes fell on her ass, hips and thighs. One or two found her sides or stomach. Then one landed square on her right nipple. Julie screamed into her gag and stumbled, briefly dropping to one knee before struggling back up. She struggled against the ropes binding her arms and yelled at her tormentor - but that only made her start drooling more and earned her another tap on her ass. As she once again moved to get away, Julie was almost certain she could hear the woman laughing softly.
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Here you are. Barring anything unexpected, I'll post Chapter 2 on Friday. Have a good one, everyone.
Now I'm dying for it to be Monday already!
Thank you, mate. And, about the cliffhanger... I 
