Andrew: The hosiery predicament (M/F)
Posted: Tue May 29, 2018 5:25 pm
Heya, I'm Dino!
This will be the first story I'll upload to the forum, so I'd love to hear all of your opinions and some constructive critisism! Enjoy!
The hosiery predicament - Part I
He had studied her immensly over the past few days. Zoe, a gorgeous 19 year old silver haired beauty with an athletic body shape and a considerable bust size, had been Andrew's target for a while now, and through some research her daily schedule was known to him, making it easy to plan out what he had wanted to do for a long time. All in all, he had been eagerly awaiting this day, his chance to let Zoe experience what she had craved for for so long, at least according to her computer's search history.
It was a chilly summer evening when, before Zoe would be coming home, Andrew had snuck into her apartment (she lived alone at the moment, her roommate wouldn't return until next morning) and had proceeded to raid all her socks, tights, pantyhose and everything else hosiery-related that he was able to find there. Additionally he'd brought some long socks and tights himself, just to be safe.
Unholstering his fake handgun, Andrew waited for his soon-to-be-captive's arrival, just behind her bedroom door. As Zoe eventually walked into the room, clad in casual shorts and a figure-hugging top, her captor swiftly emerged right behind her, quickly grabbing her right arm and twisting it behind her back, then, before she could scream, he held the gun next to her frightened face to quietly show Zoe that he had the upper hand. A nervous Zoe reluctantly agreed to keep quiet as Andrew warned her that even the slightest sound out of her mouth would force him to severely gag her.
Andrew demanded Zoe to sit down on her bed. With his gun still pointed at her, he told her to strip down to her underwear, Zoe complied, seeing no other choice, and revealed under her outfit a grey bra and matching panties, both perfectly fitting her athletic figure. Her legs were clad in a form-fitting pair of tan pantyhose. Andrew had to contain himself to not be overwhelmed by the sight.
Quickly regaining his composure, the captor put down his bag, opened it, and grabbed a pair of thick grey knee high woolen socks. He sat down on the bed behind Zoe and, after commanding her to put her hands behind her back, he shoved her arms into the socks and pull them as far up as possibly, almost up to her shoulders, essentially rendering Zoe's hands and fingers useless in case she'd try to escape. A pair of black cotton tights was then wound around her wrists several times before being cinched off in between. The cotton rope substitute was restraining, yet the sock mittens kept the tights from digging into the young woman's flesh too much. While Andrew got off the bed, his captive attempted to wriggle her way out of the tie only to find it too restraining.
Next, Andrew took out a pair of thick thigh high socks, white ones with three black rings at the top, and put them on over Zoe's already nylon clad legs, they went way over her knees and almost up to her bottom. Judging from the look in his captive's eyes and that inconspicuous lip bite, she seemed to enjoy the feeling of layered hosiery on her skin, Andrew thought.
While Zoe's nervous gaze rested on her captor, he took out some more pairs of tights and pantyhose and, utilizing them, starting from the bottom, just above her ankles, he tied her legs in several different places, below her knees, above them, and her thighs, similarly to the tie around her wrists. Again, the added padding of the socks ket the fairly tight bindings from inflicting pain. At the first tug of her leg bindings Zoe knew that she was stuck, yet, beneath that obvious feeling of dread, she felt strangly comfortable and exited about her situation. Even though she desperatly tried to hide her increasing arousal, Andrew eventually picked up on her behaviour.
Zoe felt the man's face move alarmingly close to her ear and she heared him whisper "You really seem to enjoy your predicament. Don't try to hide it, indulge in it."
Still paralyzed with fear, but also with a strange sense of curiousity, Zoe watched Andrew take several assorted pieces of hosiery and form them into a rope-like structure. He then doubled the rope and used it to firstly tie it around Zoe's waist, lead it through the loop at the rope's end in front of her, then through the gap between her thighs, along her backside and up to her neck, where the rope was parted and then formed into an intricate chest harness that further accentuated Zoe's remarkable bust. Furthermore, her arms were cinched to her sides, debilitating her even more. From behind, her captor's hands grabbed around Zoe's torso to massage her breasts, noticing a small, yet hard bulge on each sticking through the soft fabric of her bra, further confirming the enjoyment derived from the restraining situation.
As Andrew fondled and kneaded Zoe's bust and occasionally pulled at the crotch rope, her exitement steadily increased until she just couldn't contain herself anymore and moaned loudly. Andrew immediatly stopped caressing her and whispered "What did I tell you about making a sound?" Zoe's face contorted with panic as she realized what her captor was going to do next.
Andrew opened the bag that was now resting beside him on the bed and pull out a few pairs of socks, some knee high, some over the knee, some even thigh high. "Let's see how many we can fit in that big mouth of yours..." Before Zoe could object, a red knee high tube sock was jammed into her mouth, muffling her imminent protests. The compressed sock was moved into the cavity of her right cheek, bulging it out considerably. "We're not done yet" Andrew stated calmly as he grabbed another tube sock of the same lenght, this time a blue one, while Zoe shook her head in defiance. He grabbed her jaw and packed the sock, despite Zoe's now even quieter protests, into her left cheek, forming a bulge equally as big.
"There's still room for more" Andrew deducted and pulled a white, woolen over the knee sock out of the pile, rolling it into a ball while Zoe stared at the stuffing with even more panic in her eyes. She had no other choice but to watch as the man sitting behind her inserted the ball into Zoe's mouth, in between the other two socks. The desperate girl's mouth now bulged with socks and all protests and pleas were nothing more than a muffled mewing. To make sure that she stay just as quiet, Andrew proceeded to take a black cotton thigh high sock and cleave gagged Zoe tightly with it, winding it around her head twice to make sure that the stuffing wouldn't budge. From her nervous breathing Andrew could tell that air flow through his captive's nose was still given, so he took the other long black sock and fashioned an over-the-mouth gag with it, also tying it off behind her head tightly. Zoe was now unable to emit even the slightest intelligable sound and therefore found herself to be utterly helpless and at her captor's mercy. To completely shut her off from the outside world, Andrew took one last thick thigh high sock and blindfolded her with it.
"Don't you worry, we've only just started" the mysterious man whispered while Zoe heared him rummaging through his bag again, wondering, fearing, but also strangely exited for what would happen next...
~ ~ ~
I sincerely hope you enjoyed it so far.
If this story get's some good reception, I'll post the second part to this thread! Until then!
This will be the first story I'll upload to the forum, so I'd love to hear all of your opinions and some constructive critisism! Enjoy!
The hosiery predicament - Part I
He had studied her immensly over the past few days. Zoe, a gorgeous 19 year old silver haired beauty with an athletic body shape and a considerable bust size, had been Andrew's target for a while now, and through some research her daily schedule was known to him, making it easy to plan out what he had wanted to do for a long time. All in all, he had been eagerly awaiting this day, his chance to let Zoe experience what she had craved for for so long, at least according to her computer's search history.
It was a chilly summer evening when, before Zoe would be coming home, Andrew had snuck into her apartment (she lived alone at the moment, her roommate wouldn't return until next morning) and had proceeded to raid all her socks, tights, pantyhose and everything else hosiery-related that he was able to find there. Additionally he'd brought some long socks and tights himself, just to be safe.
Unholstering his fake handgun, Andrew waited for his soon-to-be-captive's arrival, just behind her bedroom door. As Zoe eventually walked into the room, clad in casual shorts and a figure-hugging top, her captor swiftly emerged right behind her, quickly grabbing her right arm and twisting it behind her back, then, before she could scream, he held the gun next to her frightened face to quietly show Zoe that he had the upper hand. A nervous Zoe reluctantly agreed to keep quiet as Andrew warned her that even the slightest sound out of her mouth would force him to severely gag her.
Andrew demanded Zoe to sit down on her bed. With his gun still pointed at her, he told her to strip down to her underwear, Zoe complied, seeing no other choice, and revealed under her outfit a grey bra and matching panties, both perfectly fitting her athletic figure. Her legs were clad in a form-fitting pair of tan pantyhose. Andrew had to contain himself to not be overwhelmed by the sight.
Quickly regaining his composure, the captor put down his bag, opened it, and grabbed a pair of thick grey knee high woolen socks. He sat down on the bed behind Zoe and, after commanding her to put her hands behind her back, he shoved her arms into the socks and pull them as far up as possibly, almost up to her shoulders, essentially rendering Zoe's hands and fingers useless in case she'd try to escape. A pair of black cotton tights was then wound around her wrists several times before being cinched off in between. The cotton rope substitute was restraining, yet the sock mittens kept the tights from digging into the young woman's flesh too much. While Andrew got off the bed, his captive attempted to wriggle her way out of the tie only to find it too restraining.
Next, Andrew took out a pair of thick thigh high socks, white ones with three black rings at the top, and put them on over Zoe's already nylon clad legs, they went way over her knees and almost up to her bottom. Judging from the look in his captive's eyes and that inconspicuous lip bite, she seemed to enjoy the feeling of layered hosiery on her skin, Andrew thought.
While Zoe's nervous gaze rested on her captor, he took out some more pairs of tights and pantyhose and, utilizing them, starting from the bottom, just above her ankles, he tied her legs in several different places, below her knees, above them, and her thighs, similarly to the tie around her wrists. Again, the added padding of the socks ket the fairly tight bindings from inflicting pain. At the first tug of her leg bindings Zoe knew that she was stuck, yet, beneath that obvious feeling of dread, she felt strangly comfortable and exited about her situation. Even though she desperatly tried to hide her increasing arousal, Andrew eventually picked up on her behaviour.
Zoe felt the man's face move alarmingly close to her ear and she heared him whisper "You really seem to enjoy your predicament. Don't try to hide it, indulge in it."
Still paralyzed with fear, but also with a strange sense of curiousity, Zoe watched Andrew take several assorted pieces of hosiery and form them into a rope-like structure. He then doubled the rope and used it to firstly tie it around Zoe's waist, lead it through the loop at the rope's end in front of her, then through the gap between her thighs, along her backside and up to her neck, where the rope was parted and then formed into an intricate chest harness that further accentuated Zoe's remarkable bust. Furthermore, her arms were cinched to her sides, debilitating her even more. From behind, her captor's hands grabbed around Zoe's torso to massage her breasts, noticing a small, yet hard bulge on each sticking through the soft fabric of her bra, further confirming the enjoyment derived from the restraining situation.
As Andrew fondled and kneaded Zoe's bust and occasionally pulled at the crotch rope, her exitement steadily increased until she just couldn't contain herself anymore and moaned loudly. Andrew immediatly stopped caressing her and whispered "What did I tell you about making a sound?" Zoe's face contorted with panic as she realized what her captor was going to do next.
Andrew opened the bag that was now resting beside him on the bed and pull out a few pairs of socks, some knee high, some over the knee, some even thigh high. "Let's see how many we can fit in that big mouth of yours..." Before Zoe could object, a red knee high tube sock was jammed into her mouth, muffling her imminent protests. The compressed sock was moved into the cavity of her right cheek, bulging it out considerably. "We're not done yet" Andrew stated calmly as he grabbed another tube sock of the same lenght, this time a blue one, while Zoe shook her head in defiance. He grabbed her jaw and packed the sock, despite Zoe's now even quieter protests, into her left cheek, forming a bulge equally as big.
"There's still room for more" Andrew deducted and pulled a white, woolen over the knee sock out of the pile, rolling it into a ball while Zoe stared at the stuffing with even more panic in her eyes. She had no other choice but to watch as the man sitting behind her inserted the ball into Zoe's mouth, in between the other two socks. The desperate girl's mouth now bulged with socks and all protests and pleas were nothing more than a muffled mewing. To make sure that she stay just as quiet, Andrew proceeded to take a black cotton thigh high sock and cleave gagged Zoe tightly with it, winding it around her head twice to make sure that the stuffing wouldn't budge. From her nervous breathing Andrew could tell that air flow through his captive's nose was still given, so he took the other long black sock and fashioned an over-the-mouth gag with it, also tying it off behind her head tightly. Zoe was now unable to emit even the slightest intelligable sound and therefore found herself to be utterly helpless and at her captor's mercy. To completely shut her off from the outside world, Andrew took one last thick thigh high sock and blindfolded her with it.
"Don't you worry, we've only just started" the mysterious man whispered while Zoe heared him rummaging through his bag again, wondering, fearing, but also strangely exited for what would happen next...
~ ~ ~
I sincerely hope you enjoyed it so far.
If this story get's some good reception, I'll post the second part to this thread! Until then!