Short Stories of Mine (M/F, F/F)
Posted: Fri May 21, 2021 12:43 am
Had some time on my hands over the past couple of weeks, wrote a short story. More will follow whenever I find anymore time. Enjoy!
The Hotel Clerk (M/F)
Rachel shifted in the car, desperately trying to find a more comfortable position. This was better said than done however, because she was not exactly "in the car" as one would normally define it. Rather, she was in the trunk, hogtied and gagged, with her heels touching her hands. What everyone else would see as your average SUV driving down a neighborhood street, sticking to the speed limit and making sure to use their turn signals correctly, featured a rather shocking addition that would have anyone who saw it calling the police. Hence why Rachel was hidden by her captor, in the only place of the car with no windows, and tightly tied so as to prevent any funny business.
She had been intercepted almost immediately after arriving home from work, still clad in her business outfit of a white blouse, black short skirt with a black jacket to match, black sheer pantyhose and 4 inch black heels. At the relatively young age of 29, Rachel was happily married and had a well paying job working the front desk of a fancy hotel in the city. A well paying job that had unfortunately made her a target. Apparently she had checked in a particular guest a couple of days prior, a guest that was still at said hotel, and a guest that the masked man who met her in her living room that evening was very interested in. So interested in fact, that he tied her to one of the kitchen chairs and demanded to know what room they were staying in.
Rachel wished she could have told him, but she had no idea. Why, she must have checked in a few hundred guests that day! There was no way that she was going to remember one person in particular from a couple of days ago. Especially a person who she suspected wouldn't have wanted to stand out anyways if someone like this was after them. She blurted out that the only way she could give the man what he wanted was if she went to the hotel and he recognized a name in the system. The man laughed at that. Told her she must be stupid for thinking that this mysterious individual wouldn't be using a pseudonym. But then he told her something much worse. Since she couldn't help him find who he was looking for, she was going to help weed him out.
Which is precisely how she found herself in the situation she was now. Hands tied and cinched behind her back, arms tied to her torso, ankles and thighs tied and cinched together and finally the dreaded hogtie to finish it off. All with rope and all very secure. Her bondage was further accompanied by the bright red ball gag securely fastened in between her teeth, another precaution to keep any suspicion away as she was taken to her mysterious destination. Rachel had bucked and strained against her bonds as she was loaded into the trunk of her car, but it was no use. She had screamed through her gag as the door was slammed shut, but those screams were reduced to mere whimpers. Rachel had been lying on her stomach at first, but as the car lurched forward to leave the garage, she had fallen onto her side. And now here she was, lying with her legs bent behind her and her back slightly stretched, trying in vain to find a more comfortable position.
At the start, even though in the back of her head she knew it was no use, she had kept struggling and screaming. Maybe without the noise of the road that would soon arrive, she would be heard by a neighbor or passerby. No dice. She only wished she could have pounded her heels against the sides or top of the trunk, but they were not exactly available to her to use at the moment. In the end, all that resulted from her efforts was exhaustion and a wet spot on the carpet as a result of drool seeping out from behind that darned ball wedged between her teeth. She realized that spending her energy now was a waste of time. So now, she was silent, listening for...well, anything really. Anything to tell her where she was and where she was going. She heard them pass at least one school. A fire truck. Over a railroad track. And they had stopped at at least 8 stoplights. That told her...nothing. Absolutely nothing. She hadn't a clue where they were headed or what her captor was going to do to her. So she lay there, wriggling her hands in vain and quietly whimpering, on her way to the mysterious fate that await her.
After what seemed like forever, the car stopped. A couple moments later, light poured into Rachel's cramped living space as the trunk door was opened. Rachel hardly had time to blink her eyes to adjust to the brightness before she was thrust into the dark again via a blindfold, then lifted up out of the trunk and placed over the man's shoulder. She renewed her struggles, writhing in his strong grip and moaning through her tight gag. Being out in the open, someone had to see them, right? Alas, nothing. In fact, Rachel could hear nothing but birds and the wind. What's worse, the man seemed completely unfazed by her efforts, and she had begun to drool again.
Footsteps on grass turned to footsteps on wood as the man walked up some steps and then unlocked a door, careful to not drop his lovely package. Rachel heard the door close behind them, and then she was placed on a cold tile floor. For the first time since their encounter at the house, the man spoke. "I'm going to untie your hogtie and legs now, but you are not to move or try any funny business, do you hear me", the man said sternly. Rachel nodded, heart pounding but relieved that she was going to get at least some sense of mobility back, even if it was temporary. The man cut the rope holding her heels to her hands, and very slowly dropped Rachel's long hose-covered legs down to the ground. Rachel let out a long, low groan through her gag as the soreness of her stiff limbs hit her for the first time. She felt the man start to massage her legs, and even though she wanted to resist, it did feel pretty good.
The man then moved onto untying her ankles and knees as Rachel lay there, catching her breath. As he undid the last of the ropes, he whispered "You've got pretty nice legs you know. You should wear pantyhose more often." To that, Rachel rolled her eyes and said something unintelligible under her gag. The man just laughed in response. He stood up. "Alright, up and at em. Time to get moving." He helped Rachel stand, upper body still tightly tied, and led her across the tiled floor, then down some steps to a cement floor, which Rachel could only assume was the basement.
Once there, she was ushered over to a folding chair and sat down roughly, She felt her arms being untied from her back, before they were placed over the back of the chair. Ropes soon secured her chest to the chair, above and below her breasts as well as around her waist. After that her legs were tied again, only this time the man added rounds around her knees and high heels as well as some that bound her thighs to the chair seat. Finally, the man took a last length of rope, tied it to Rachel's ankle bindings and yanked her feet underneath the chair. Moments later, she felt the other end of the rope being tied off to her hands, which resulted in her arms being pulled down and her chest being pushed out. Rachel strained against her new bonds, but knew in the back of her mind that there was no chance she was escaping, and in the location she was in, getting someone's attention wasn't an option either. "I'm completely and utterly helpless." Rachel thought to herself.
The man cleared his throat. "Alright, if you can be a good girl, I'll take your gag and blindfold off. Can you do that for me?" Rachel nodded. She felt the strap behind her head give way and soon after the ball popped out of her mouth. Rachel felt the pain hit her jaws a couple moments later. She flexed them back and forth as the man removed her blindfold. Adjusting her eyes to the light wasn't needed as much this time. The basement as it turns out was very dark, with just a single light bulb illuminating her and her captor, who came back around to face her, and Rachel saw his face for the first time. Brown hair, brown eyes and a stubbly chin, with a menacing smile. Rachel's heart started to pound as he leaned in close and put both hands on the arms of the chair in a threatening fashion, his face mere inches away from hers.
And then...they kissed. It was a long and passionate kiss, as Rachel leaned in as much as the ropes would allow her. She leaned back and stared into the eyes of John, her husband of five years on the day. "Happy anniversary sweetie" John said. "Is this what you wanted?" Rachel gave him a big smile and nodded. Then she quietly whispered "Let's keep going." Now it was John's turn to smile back. He pulled his mask back over his face and turned to grab the ball gag again as Rachel got back into character, shaking her head wildly and begging to be let go, incredibly eager for that not to happen for a long time.
Epilogue:
"In the news this evening, a man foiled what he thought was a malicious event when he attacked another man tying a young lady to some abandoned train tracks. The man in question figured it was a bit odd that they were both wearing period clothing, but saw no cameras around and decided not to take any chances. Turns out, the incident in question was merely a bit of daring role play between husband and wife. The young woman, who answered that she was well above the age of consent but did not wish to reveal her name, told police that her and her husband had been playing similar games for years. The police warned them that perhaps broad daylight wasn't the best place to be doing those things, and encouraged them to stay away from where civilians might see them. Both men were treated for minor injuries and no charges were filed. Joining us now, we have an expert on the subject to explain just how daring some kinky couples are willing to get when it comes to showing their love for one another. Welcome!"
The Hotel Clerk (M/F)
Rachel shifted in the car, desperately trying to find a more comfortable position. This was better said than done however, because she was not exactly "in the car" as one would normally define it. Rather, she was in the trunk, hogtied and gagged, with her heels touching her hands. What everyone else would see as your average SUV driving down a neighborhood street, sticking to the speed limit and making sure to use their turn signals correctly, featured a rather shocking addition that would have anyone who saw it calling the police. Hence why Rachel was hidden by her captor, in the only place of the car with no windows, and tightly tied so as to prevent any funny business.
She had been intercepted almost immediately after arriving home from work, still clad in her business outfit of a white blouse, black short skirt with a black jacket to match, black sheer pantyhose and 4 inch black heels. At the relatively young age of 29, Rachel was happily married and had a well paying job working the front desk of a fancy hotel in the city. A well paying job that had unfortunately made her a target. Apparently she had checked in a particular guest a couple of days prior, a guest that was still at said hotel, and a guest that the masked man who met her in her living room that evening was very interested in. So interested in fact, that he tied her to one of the kitchen chairs and demanded to know what room they were staying in.
Rachel wished she could have told him, but she had no idea. Why, she must have checked in a few hundred guests that day! There was no way that she was going to remember one person in particular from a couple of days ago. Especially a person who she suspected wouldn't have wanted to stand out anyways if someone like this was after them. She blurted out that the only way she could give the man what he wanted was if she went to the hotel and he recognized a name in the system. The man laughed at that. Told her she must be stupid for thinking that this mysterious individual wouldn't be using a pseudonym. But then he told her something much worse. Since she couldn't help him find who he was looking for, she was going to help weed him out.
Which is precisely how she found herself in the situation she was now. Hands tied and cinched behind her back, arms tied to her torso, ankles and thighs tied and cinched together and finally the dreaded hogtie to finish it off. All with rope and all very secure. Her bondage was further accompanied by the bright red ball gag securely fastened in between her teeth, another precaution to keep any suspicion away as she was taken to her mysterious destination. Rachel had bucked and strained against her bonds as she was loaded into the trunk of her car, but it was no use. She had screamed through her gag as the door was slammed shut, but those screams were reduced to mere whimpers. Rachel had been lying on her stomach at first, but as the car lurched forward to leave the garage, she had fallen onto her side. And now here she was, lying with her legs bent behind her and her back slightly stretched, trying in vain to find a more comfortable position.
At the start, even though in the back of her head she knew it was no use, she had kept struggling and screaming. Maybe without the noise of the road that would soon arrive, she would be heard by a neighbor or passerby. No dice. She only wished she could have pounded her heels against the sides or top of the trunk, but they were not exactly available to her to use at the moment. In the end, all that resulted from her efforts was exhaustion and a wet spot on the carpet as a result of drool seeping out from behind that darned ball wedged between her teeth. She realized that spending her energy now was a waste of time. So now, she was silent, listening for...well, anything really. Anything to tell her where she was and where she was going. She heard them pass at least one school. A fire truck. Over a railroad track. And they had stopped at at least 8 stoplights. That told her...nothing. Absolutely nothing. She hadn't a clue where they were headed or what her captor was going to do to her. So she lay there, wriggling her hands in vain and quietly whimpering, on her way to the mysterious fate that await her.
After what seemed like forever, the car stopped. A couple moments later, light poured into Rachel's cramped living space as the trunk door was opened. Rachel hardly had time to blink her eyes to adjust to the brightness before she was thrust into the dark again via a blindfold, then lifted up out of the trunk and placed over the man's shoulder. She renewed her struggles, writhing in his strong grip and moaning through her tight gag. Being out in the open, someone had to see them, right? Alas, nothing. In fact, Rachel could hear nothing but birds and the wind. What's worse, the man seemed completely unfazed by her efforts, and she had begun to drool again.
Footsteps on grass turned to footsteps on wood as the man walked up some steps and then unlocked a door, careful to not drop his lovely package. Rachel heard the door close behind them, and then she was placed on a cold tile floor. For the first time since their encounter at the house, the man spoke. "I'm going to untie your hogtie and legs now, but you are not to move or try any funny business, do you hear me", the man said sternly. Rachel nodded, heart pounding but relieved that she was going to get at least some sense of mobility back, even if it was temporary. The man cut the rope holding her heels to her hands, and very slowly dropped Rachel's long hose-covered legs down to the ground. Rachel let out a long, low groan through her gag as the soreness of her stiff limbs hit her for the first time. She felt the man start to massage her legs, and even though she wanted to resist, it did feel pretty good.
The man then moved onto untying her ankles and knees as Rachel lay there, catching her breath. As he undid the last of the ropes, he whispered "You've got pretty nice legs you know. You should wear pantyhose more often." To that, Rachel rolled her eyes and said something unintelligible under her gag. The man just laughed in response. He stood up. "Alright, up and at em. Time to get moving." He helped Rachel stand, upper body still tightly tied, and led her across the tiled floor, then down some steps to a cement floor, which Rachel could only assume was the basement.
Once there, she was ushered over to a folding chair and sat down roughly, She felt her arms being untied from her back, before they were placed over the back of the chair. Ropes soon secured her chest to the chair, above and below her breasts as well as around her waist. After that her legs were tied again, only this time the man added rounds around her knees and high heels as well as some that bound her thighs to the chair seat. Finally, the man took a last length of rope, tied it to Rachel's ankle bindings and yanked her feet underneath the chair. Moments later, she felt the other end of the rope being tied off to her hands, which resulted in her arms being pulled down and her chest being pushed out. Rachel strained against her new bonds, but knew in the back of her mind that there was no chance she was escaping, and in the location she was in, getting someone's attention wasn't an option either. "I'm completely and utterly helpless." Rachel thought to herself.
The man cleared his throat. "Alright, if you can be a good girl, I'll take your gag and blindfold off. Can you do that for me?" Rachel nodded. She felt the strap behind her head give way and soon after the ball popped out of her mouth. Rachel felt the pain hit her jaws a couple moments later. She flexed them back and forth as the man removed her blindfold. Adjusting her eyes to the light wasn't needed as much this time. The basement as it turns out was very dark, with just a single light bulb illuminating her and her captor, who came back around to face her, and Rachel saw his face for the first time. Brown hair, brown eyes and a stubbly chin, with a menacing smile. Rachel's heart started to pound as he leaned in close and put both hands on the arms of the chair in a threatening fashion, his face mere inches away from hers.
And then...they kissed. It was a long and passionate kiss, as Rachel leaned in as much as the ropes would allow her. She leaned back and stared into the eyes of John, her husband of five years on the day. "Happy anniversary sweetie" John said. "Is this what you wanted?" Rachel gave him a big smile and nodded. Then she quietly whispered "Let's keep going." Now it was John's turn to smile back. He pulled his mask back over his face and turned to grab the ball gag again as Rachel got back into character, shaking her head wildly and begging to be let go, incredibly eager for that not to happen for a long time.
Epilogue:
"In the news this evening, a man foiled what he thought was a malicious event when he attacked another man tying a young lady to some abandoned train tracks. The man in question figured it was a bit odd that they were both wearing period clothing, but saw no cameras around and decided not to take any chances. Turns out, the incident in question was merely a bit of daring role play between husband and wife. The young woman, who answered that she was well above the age of consent but did not wish to reveal her name, told police that her and her husband had been playing similar games for years. The police warned them that perhaps broad daylight wasn't the best place to be doing those things, and encouraged them to stay away from where civilians might see them. Both men were treated for minor injuries and no charges were filed. Joining us now, we have an expert on the subject to explain just how daring some kinky couples are willing to get when it comes to showing their love for one another. Welcome!"