Part 1
As the 20th century dawned, the Paris still holds onto the ideals and conventions of the Victorian era. However, it is becoming increasingly clear that the 19th century is being left behind. The world is changing, and the city is slowly adapting, with its etiquette, fashion, and cultural norms still deeply ingrained in the city's society. As the new century dawns, the rich has acquired a new toy in addition to horses - automobiles. The vehicle rapidly changing the way they live their lives. Alongside the introduction of automobiles, another innovation has also made an appearance - the telephone. This new communication device not only served as a means of contact, but also provided entertainment for the wealthy. Unlike previous forms of entertainment, the telephone is more convenient, allowing them to communicate with friends and family at any time, in the privacy of their homes.
One of these rich people is Julia. She is living the life of true luxury, with a beautiful mansion and a wide array of jewelry at her disposal. However, she has not inherited this wealth nor had she earned it through her own efforts. Instead, she is a master gold digger, known for using her wiles to deceive her way into the pockets of unsuspecting victims, especially men. One such victim was her now ex-husband, who she had managed to deceive completely. Through her schemes, she has somehow secured half of his wealth when their marriage has ended in divorce. Julia is now a 35-year-old woman, who has long grown tired of the shadow of men. She has already made her fortune, leaving her to live independently and without financial dependence on anyone. She feels a sense of freedom, no longer needing to rely on a man for her well-being. She is financially secure on her own. She is an independent woman, free from the constraints of a man's influence and support.
That evening, Julia is returning from another extravagant party. She has enjoyed herself immensely, indulging in all sorts of amusements. She has sipped on a variety of drinks, gambled away her money, danced with abandon, and generally allowed herself to immerse herself in a world of pleasure. Julia feels light and blissful, her mind free from the worries of the world. As her carriage carried her back to the comfort of her mansion, she couldn't stop reminiscing about the events of the party.
Julia is dressed in the latest fashion of the early 20th century, her elegant gown flowing gracefully around her. A beaded drop neckline reveals her shoulders and décolletage, the silk fabric draping elegantly over her figure. The gown emphasizes her curves and accentuated her hourglass silhouette. Her hair is coiffed in the latest style, her makeup subtle but perfected. Her dress is completed by a pair of elbow-length silk gloves and sparkling jewelry.
As Julia stumbled into the mansion, slightly inebriated, she was greeted by her trusty maid, who immediately rushed to her side. Julia is feeling playful, and in her current state, she feels the urge to play some tricks on the poor maid. She stumbled and wobbled her way down the hallway, giggling to herself with each step, as her maid fretted and fussed over her. She suddenly stopped, pretending to have tripped and collapsed to the ground, laughing uncontrollably as she watched her bewildered maid frantically rush to her aid. Julia, still inebriated, looked at the flustered maid, a smirk on her face. Her words, though spoken sarcastically, held a hint of her usual biting wit. "Bravo, Amy," she drawled, her voice tinged with drunken amusement. "You've managed to prove yourself a competent maid, so I suppose I won't have any reason to fire you." Despite her sarcastic tone, there is a hint of a hidden compliment within her words.
Amy nodded respectfully, acknowledging Julia's half-sarcastic but somewhat genuine compliment. "Thank you, Madam," she said, her voice quiet and deferential. "You are truly thoughtful." Despite the fact that Julia's words had been tinged with sarcasm, Amy couldn't help but feel a glimmer of gratitude for her employer's praise.
Julia, still slightly dazed from her evening of revelry, replied to the diligent Amy, "Yes, you've worked hard enough today. You may head home now."
"I've also prepared the meals and desserts you wanted in the kitchen before your arrival," Amy added helpfully, giving a small smile.
With her loyal maid now departed from the estate, Julia carefully ascended the stairs to her room. The light brown hair framing her face is mussed and slightly out of place, evidence of the wild and unrestrained evening she has enjoyed. As she reached the top of the staircase, she looked down at the empty and silent hallway before her. Julia's heart gave a start as she caught a glimpse of a moving shadow in the corner of her vision. Initially, she dismissed it as a result of her inebriation, assuming that the effects of alcohol are playing tricks on her mind.
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Arsene Lupin (M/F)
Part 2
Julia rubbed her eyes, a sense of uneasiness washing over her. Did she really see a shadow, or was it just a product of her alcohol-addled mind? Julia couldn't shake the feeling that something is amiss, and her thoughts turned to the possibility that someone is trying to harm her. After all, she has a history of leaving broken-hearted men in her wake, and it is not unreasonable to suspect that one of them might have sought revenge. Julia decided to move through her room with a sense of trepidation, her heart beating fast in her chest. She hoped that the shadow she had seen was just a figment of her imagination, triggered by the alcohol and wild nightlife she had experienced earlier. Finally, she reached her bedroom and quickly switched on the lights, the room instantly bathed in a bright warm glow.
Julia's heart leapt into her throat as a sudden yet smooth voice spoke from behind her. **Good evening, madam. I hope I didn't scare you.**
The unexpected sound sent chills down her spine, but the voice itself was almost soothing. Despite the unexpected intrusion, his tone was polite and distinguished, hinting at a certain sense of aristocracy. Julia slowly turned around, her green eyes wide with fear and suspicion. Julia stares in disbelief as she took in the man's appearance. He is tall and slender, He has a mop of dark-blonde hair brushed backwards in a slightly disheveled manner that suited his looks. He stands at a height of 6'1, his lean frame clad in a tailored suit that hugged his form, accentuating his masculine physique. As the mysterious man stepped further into the light, Julia noticed the rare rose in his hand. It is a Juliet Rose, a type of rose that is known for its rarity and extreme expense. He must have spent a fortune on that flower alone, she thought.
His expensive black suit stood in stark contrast to the silk purple scarf wrapped around his neck, the incongruous pairing only serving to make him look more intriguing.
Julia is at a loss for words as she meets the stranger's gaze, her mind racing to decipher his intentions. The handsome man before her has enigmatic deep blue eyes that make it difficult to determine whether he is a foolish lover or harboring more malicious intentions. Despite the confusion, she managed to regain her composure and speak up.
"Who are you? How did you get here?" she asked, her voice betraying a hint of both curiosity and apprehension.
**Madam, I apologize again, he said. My aim is only to relieve you of some burdens, I am really lucky to be alone with such an elegant and gorgeous lady like you.** Julia couldn't help but be taken aback by the young man's polite words and charming smile. His manner of speech seemed sincere, and there is something about his presence that felt almost charming despite the unexpected circumstances. But she couldn't shake the feeling that there is more to his appearance than met the eye. "Relieve me of some burdens?" she repeated, her expression guarded.
Julia's heart skipped a beat as the young man gently took her hand and brought it to his lips, placing a kiss on her skin. The act, though chivalrous, felt strangely intimate given the circumstances. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and intrigue, her earlier doubt and confusion giving way to a curious sense of anticipation.
"I'm leaving the rose I brought for you on the bed," he stated softly, his eyes flickering for a moment to the rose before returning to meet her gaze. The young man continued, his voice soft and soothing, "Madam, I must take something from you. You may not like it, but please believe me when I say it's not to break your heart." He took the gold bracelet from her arm, gently removing it as he spoke, his touch gentle yet firm.
**But shouldn't you have given the rose to me? she said, The appropriate way is for a gentleman to present a gift to a lady, not the other way around. by the way , did you take my bracelets?"
The young man nodded, his grip on the gold bracelets in his hand. "Yes, I did take your bracelets," he confirmed, lifting them up so that the light glinted off the gold. "They are exquisite, but not as precious as you, I'd say."
A sense of unease crept over Julia as she watched the young man withdraw a rope from the pocket of his suit. Her mind races with a mix of fear and confusion, wondering what his intentions are. **Julia's voice trembled with anxiety as she finally mustered the courage to speak. "What... what is the rope for?" she asked timidly, her eyes fixed on the rough material in the young man's hands.
Julia rubbed her eyes, a sense of uneasiness washing over her. Did she really see a shadow, or was it just a product of her alcohol-addled mind? Julia couldn't shake the feeling that something is amiss, and her thoughts turned to the possibility that someone is trying to harm her. After all, she has a history of leaving broken-hearted men in her wake, and it is not unreasonable to suspect that one of them might have sought revenge. Julia decided to move through her room with a sense of trepidation, her heart beating fast in her chest. She hoped that the shadow she had seen was just a figment of her imagination, triggered by the alcohol and wild nightlife she had experienced earlier. Finally, she reached her bedroom and quickly switched on the lights, the room instantly bathed in a bright warm glow.
Julia's heart leapt into her throat as a sudden yet smooth voice spoke from behind her. **Good evening, madam. I hope I didn't scare you.**
The unexpected sound sent chills down her spine, but the voice itself was almost soothing. Despite the unexpected intrusion, his tone was polite and distinguished, hinting at a certain sense of aristocracy. Julia slowly turned around, her green eyes wide with fear and suspicion. Julia stares in disbelief as she took in the man's appearance. He is tall and slender, He has a mop of dark-blonde hair brushed backwards in a slightly disheveled manner that suited his looks. He stands at a height of 6'1, his lean frame clad in a tailored suit that hugged his form, accentuating his masculine physique. As the mysterious man stepped further into the light, Julia noticed the rare rose in his hand. It is a Juliet Rose, a type of rose that is known for its rarity and extreme expense. He must have spent a fortune on that flower alone, she thought.
His expensive black suit stood in stark contrast to the silk purple scarf wrapped around his neck, the incongruous pairing only serving to make him look more intriguing.
Julia is at a loss for words as she meets the stranger's gaze, her mind racing to decipher his intentions. The handsome man before her has enigmatic deep blue eyes that make it difficult to determine whether he is a foolish lover or harboring more malicious intentions. Despite the confusion, she managed to regain her composure and speak up.
"Who are you? How did you get here?" she asked, her voice betraying a hint of both curiosity and apprehension.
**Madam, I apologize again, he said. My aim is only to relieve you of some burdens, I am really lucky to be alone with such an elegant and gorgeous lady like you.** Julia couldn't help but be taken aback by the young man's polite words and charming smile. His manner of speech seemed sincere, and there is something about his presence that felt almost charming despite the unexpected circumstances. But she couldn't shake the feeling that there is more to his appearance than met the eye. "Relieve me of some burdens?" she repeated, her expression guarded.
Julia's heart skipped a beat as the young man gently took her hand and brought it to his lips, placing a kiss on her skin. The act, though chivalrous, felt strangely intimate given the circumstances. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and intrigue, her earlier doubt and confusion giving way to a curious sense of anticipation.
"I'm leaving the rose I brought for you on the bed," he stated softly, his eyes flickering for a moment to the rose before returning to meet her gaze. The young man continued, his voice soft and soothing, "Madam, I must take something from you. You may not like it, but please believe me when I say it's not to break your heart." He took the gold bracelet from her arm, gently removing it as he spoke, his touch gentle yet firm.
**But shouldn't you have given the rose to me? she said, The appropriate way is for a gentleman to present a gift to a lady, not the other way around. by the way , did you take my bracelets?"
The young man nodded, his grip on the gold bracelets in his hand. "Yes, I did take your bracelets," he confirmed, lifting them up so that the light glinted off the gold. "They are exquisite, but not as precious as you, I'd say."
A sense of unease crept over Julia as she watched the young man withdraw a rope from the pocket of his suit. Her mind races with a mix of fear and confusion, wondering what his intentions are. **Julia's voice trembled with anxiety as she finally mustered the courage to speak. "What... what is the rope for?" she asked timidly, her eyes fixed on the rough material in the young man's hands.
PART 3
*You don't need to be afraid. We're going to play a little game. But for this game, you shouldn't use your hands. *
The young man closed the distance between them, his eyes locked on the woman's face. He could smell her delicate perfume, a heady, seductive scent that wafted up to his nostrils. With a sudden, sharp movement, he took hold of her wrists and began bending them behind her back in a swift, almost practiced motion. She tried to resist, yet he is relentless as he pulled her arms behind her back.
"Please, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her mind racing to make sense of the situation.
The young man skillfully tied Julia's wrists together behind her back, her slender wrists no match for his strong hands. The rope he wrapped around her wrists bit into her skin tight and secure, leaving no room for her to wriggle or escape. With each knot, he pulled the rope tighter, his actions precise and calculated. He could feel her pulse quickening under his touch, her breathing becoming shallow with anticipation. The rope digs into her skin, and she can feel the cold, rough fibers against her sensitive flesh. Her heart races with panic as she tries to resist, but her attempts are futile, and the rope becomes tighter and tighter, binding her wrists together tightly, making it impossible for her to escape. She takes short, shallow breaths, her body tense with fear and anxiety. The tighter the ropes got bound, the more she felt her freedom slipping away, leaving her with no choice but to surrender. Her cheeks become flush with embarrassment, as her body's response is stronger than her will, slowly submitting to his hands. She lets out a quiet whimper as she gives in.
** stop , stoop pleasee .what is your intention?** she pleaded in a trembling voice, her words rushed and breathless. He finished tying her wrists, securing it tightly, then replied softly,
"Don't worry, everything is under control. My intentions are harmless."
The young man stepped in front of Julia, his gaze locking onto hers. He tried to calm her with his charming eyes, then leaned in and kissed her passionately on the lips, as if trying to make all her fears disappear. His lips are soft and warm against hers, as he pulled her closer, his touch tender and seductive. He deepened the kiss, his tongue entering her mouth as she let out a muffled moan, her body responding to his touch despite the fear and uncertainty. As the man kissed her, his warm lips moving gently against hers, Julia found herself forgetting for a moment that her hands are tied tightly behind her back. All she could focus on is the man in front of her and the sensations he is eliciting in her. Her thoughts became fuzzy, her mind clouded with desire and excitement. The knowledge that her wrists are tied together only added to the thrill of the moment, the helplessness and vulnerability making her even more aroused.
She stopped and looked into his eyes, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and anger. "You tied me up because of your fantasies, right? You are not just some sort of perverted creep, aren't you?" she asked in a firm tone.
The young man chuckled softly, amused by her words. "You really know how to hit the nail on the head, don't you?" he replied with a smirk. "Yes, it's true. I have fantasies. But let me reassure you,
I am not pervert or creepy guy. I almost forgot that I have an another gift for you.**
Julia sighed and replied, "You may not be perverted or creepy, but I can't help feeling wary considering the circumstances. What is this other gift you speak of?" She looked at him skeptically, her eyes narrowing as she tried to read his expressions.
The young man gracefully removed the silk purple scarf from his neck and presented it to Julia, his voice filled with a hint of mischief. "This, my lady, is a special gift just for you. Silk, smooth and delicate, just like your skin."
He gently brought the scarf closer to her face, her mouth brushing against the soft fabric. Her lips tingled at the touch, and a wistful sigh escaped them. "It's beautiful..." she whispered, her voice carrying an note of sadness. "It's a shame," she added with a hint of regret, "That I cannot fully appreciate it with my hands tied like this. ""It's luxurious, isn't it?" she murmured. Her words ended in a sigh, expressing her desire to touch it properly,
The young man watched Julia's reaction closely as she ran the silky scarf across her cheek. He couldn't help but smirk at her obvious desire to touch it properly. "It's a beautiful accessory," he nodded, his eyes never leaving her face. "But I think it would look even better wrapped around your mouth, darling."
*You don't need to be afraid. We're going to play a little game. But for this game, you shouldn't use your hands. *
The young man closed the distance between them, his eyes locked on the woman's face. He could smell her delicate perfume, a heady, seductive scent that wafted up to his nostrils. With a sudden, sharp movement, he took hold of her wrists and began bending them behind her back in a swift, almost practiced motion. She tried to resist, yet he is relentless as he pulled her arms behind her back.
"Please, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her mind racing to make sense of the situation.
The young man skillfully tied Julia's wrists together behind her back, her slender wrists no match for his strong hands. The rope he wrapped around her wrists bit into her skin tight and secure, leaving no room for her to wriggle or escape. With each knot, he pulled the rope tighter, his actions precise and calculated. He could feel her pulse quickening under his touch, her breathing becoming shallow with anticipation. The rope digs into her skin, and she can feel the cold, rough fibers against her sensitive flesh. Her heart races with panic as she tries to resist, but her attempts are futile, and the rope becomes tighter and tighter, binding her wrists together tightly, making it impossible for her to escape. She takes short, shallow breaths, her body tense with fear and anxiety. The tighter the ropes got bound, the more she felt her freedom slipping away, leaving her with no choice but to surrender. Her cheeks become flush with embarrassment, as her body's response is stronger than her will, slowly submitting to his hands. She lets out a quiet whimper as she gives in.
** stop , stoop pleasee .what is your intention?** she pleaded in a trembling voice, her words rushed and breathless. He finished tying her wrists, securing it tightly, then replied softly,
"Don't worry, everything is under control. My intentions are harmless."
The young man stepped in front of Julia, his gaze locking onto hers. He tried to calm her with his charming eyes, then leaned in and kissed her passionately on the lips, as if trying to make all her fears disappear. His lips are soft and warm against hers, as he pulled her closer, his touch tender and seductive. He deepened the kiss, his tongue entering her mouth as she let out a muffled moan, her body responding to his touch despite the fear and uncertainty. As the man kissed her, his warm lips moving gently against hers, Julia found herself forgetting for a moment that her hands are tied tightly behind her back. All she could focus on is the man in front of her and the sensations he is eliciting in her. Her thoughts became fuzzy, her mind clouded with desire and excitement. The knowledge that her wrists are tied together only added to the thrill of the moment, the helplessness and vulnerability making her even more aroused.
She stopped and looked into his eyes, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and anger. "You tied me up because of your fantasies, right? You are not just some sort of perverted creep, aren't you?" she asked in a firm tone.
The young man chuckled softly, amused by her words. "You really know how to hit the nail on the head, don't you?" he replied with a smirk. "Yes, it's true. I have fantasies. But let me reassure you,
I am not pervert or creepy guy. I almost forgot that I have an another gift for you.**
Julia sighed and replied, "You may not be perverted or creepy, but I can't help feeling wary considering the circumstances. What is this other gift you speak of?" She looked at him skeptically, her eyes narrowing as she tried to read his expressions.
The young man gracefully removed the silk purple scarf from his neck and presented it to Julia, his voice filled with a hint of mischief. "This, my lady, is a special gift just for you. Silk, smooth and delicate, just like your skin."
He gently brought the scarf closer to her face, her mouth brushing against the soft fabric. Her lips tingled at the touch, and a wistful sigh escaped them. "It's beautiful..." she whispered, her voice carrying an note of sadness. "It's a shame," she added with a hint of regret, "That I cannot fully appreciate it with my hands tied like this. ""It's luxurious, isn't it?" she murmured. Her words ended in a sigh, expressing her desire to touch it properly,
The young man watched Julia's reaction closely as she ran the silky scarf across her cheek. He couldn't help but smirk at her obvious desire to touch it properly. "It's a beautiful accessory," he nodded, his eyes never leaving her face. "But I think it would look even better wrapped around your mouth, darling."
Part 4
Julia's heart skipped a beat as the young man suggested the scarf would look better wrapped around her mouth. She could feel a mix of anticipation and caution running through her veins. Her cheeks flushed, and her mind raced with thoughts of what it would feel like to have the scarf wrapped around her mouth. The thought both excited and scared her, but she couldn't deny the thrill it ignited within her. "W-wrapped around my mouth?" she repeated, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and hesitation.
The young man nodded, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Yes, around your mouth," he confirmed, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I think it would look quite lovely, don't you agree?"
Julia swallowed hard, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. She couldn't help but imagine how the silk fabric would feel against her mouth, silencing her and leaving her completely at the young man's mercy.
"But.. why would you want to wrap it around my mouth?" she asked, her voice quivering with a mix of confusion and anticipation. She couldn't understand his intention, but the thought of being silenced and under his control stirred a strange sensation within her.
"Don't worry, my sweet. It's not just about silencing you, but also about enhancing your senses. The silk against your mouth, the feeling of submission. And let's not forget, it would look absolutely gorgeous on you."
Julia swallowed hard, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. A part of her felt scared and vulnerable at the thought of being silenced and at the young man's mercy, but another part of her couldn't deny the excitement and anticipation that surged through her at the thought of being completely under his control.
Her eyes locked onto his, her breathing becoming heavier as she tried to process his words. "I...I don't know..," she murmured, her words coming out as a whisper. But even as she spoke, a small part of her was curious about the experience, and a flush crept up her cheeks as she pictured the man wrapping the silk around her mouth, securing it in place.
"Oh, but I think you do know. I can see it in your eyes. You're curious, aren't you? The thought of me wrapping my silk scarf around your mouth excites you."
Julia couldn't deny the truth in his words. There is a part of her that is indeed curious, a part of her that is secretly anticipating what it would feel like to be silenced and under his control. She bit her lip, trying to hide her growing curiosity behind a mask of defiance.
"Don't deny it, darling. I can see it in your eyes. You're intrigued, aren't you? The thought of being at my mercy excites you." He reached up and gently ran a finger across her cheek, causing her to shiver involuntarily.
The young man grinned slyly, his hand gently moving the silken scarf to her mouth. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and thick with arousal. Julia nodded her head as he brought the fabric to her lips, her heart racing as she felt the soft silk against her skin. "But..." she tried to protest, but her words are lost as he tied the gag behind her head, leaving her helplessly speechless.
Julia's eyes widened in shock as the young man then removed her pearl earrings, followed by her diamond necklace. She tried to protest, but her words are muffled by the silk scarf tied tightly around her mouth. The young man chuckled softly at her struggle, amused by her reaction. "Don't worry, darling. You won't need these fancy accessories.
Julia struggled against the bindings, her body straining to free herself. She tried to speak, but all that came out were faint muffed sounds as the silk gag silenced her protests. The young man watched as she wriggled helplessly, a smirk on his face, clearly enjoying her attempts to free herself. "No use struggling, darling. Those bindings are tight, and that scarf isn't coming off anytime soon.
Julia feels incredibly vulnerable and helpless. The gag in her mouth muffles her attempt to speak, leaving her only able to make faint, unintelligible sounds. The ropes around her wrists feel tight and secure, holding her wrists together behind her back. She feels completely at the mercy of the young man.
Julia watches helplessly as the young man continues to remove her jewelry, her muffled angry sounds only making him chuckle. He takes everything, her precious gems and metals, leaving her completely without any possessions.
The young man gave her a sly smile, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Lean your back against the pencil bedpost, please." Julia resisted at first, her muffled words carrying a hint of frustration.
"Mmph, mmmfffg," she mumbled, struggling to protest as she complied with his request. Her back pressing against the hard wood of the pencil bedpost. The young man withdrew several curtain ropes from nearby, his intentions clear. "I need to secure you more, my lady," he said,
He moved behind her, wrapping the ropes around her upper body, securing them tightly.
Julia's heart skipped a beat as the young man suggested the scarf would look better wrapped around her mouth. She could feel a mix of anticipation and caution running through her veins. Her cheeks flushed, and her mind raced with thoughts of what it would feel like to have the scarf wrapped around her mouth. The thought both excited and scared her, but she couldn't deny the thrill it ignited within her. "W-wrapped around my mouth?" she repeated, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and hesitation.
The young man nodded, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Yes, around your mouth," he confirmed, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I think it would look quite lovely, don't you agree?"
Julia swallowed hard, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. She couldn't help but imagine how the silk fabric would feel against her mouth, silencing her and leaving her completely at the young man's mercy.
"But.. why would you want to wrap it around my mouth?" she asked, her voice quivering with a mix of confusion and anticipation. She couldn't understand his intention, but the thought of being silenced and under his control stirred a strange sensation within her.
"Don't worry, my sweet. It's not just about silencing you, but also about enhancing your senses. The silk against your mouth, the feeling of submission. And let's not forget, it would look absolutely gorgeous on you."
Julia swallowed hard, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. A part of her felt scared and vulnerable at the thought of being silenced and at the young man's mercy, but another part of her couldn't deny the excitement and anticipation that surged through her at the thought of being completely under his control.
Her eyes locked onto his, her breathing becoming heavier as she tried to process his words. "I...I don't know..," she murmured, her words coming out as a whisper. But even as she spoke, a small part of her was curious about the experience, and a flush crept up her cheeks as she pictured the man wrapping the silk around her mouth, securing it in place.
"Oh, but I think you do know. I can see it in your eyes. You're curious, aren't you? The thought of me wrapping my silk scarf around your mouth excites you."
Julia couldn't deny the truth in his words. There is a part of her that is indeed curious, a part of her that is secretly anticipating what it would feel like to be silenced and under his control. She bit her lip, trying to hide her growing curiosity behind a mask of defiance.
"Don't deny it, darling. I can see it in your eyes. You're intrigued, aren't you? The thought of being at my mercy excites you." He reached up and gently ran a finger across her cheek, causing her to shiver involuntarily.
The young man grinned slyly, his hand gently moving the silken scarf to her mouth. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and thick with arousal. Julia nodded her head as he brought the fabric to her lips, her heart racing as she felt the soft silk against her skin. "But..." she tried to protest, but her words are lost as he tied the gag behind her head, leaving her helplessly speechless.
Julia's eyes widened in shock as the young man then removed her pearl earrings, followed by her diamond necklace. She tried to protest, but her words are muffled by the silk scarf tied tightly around her mouth. The young man chuckled softly at her struggle, amused by her reaction. "Don't worry, darling. You won't need these fancy accessories.
Julia struggled against the bindings, her body straining to free herself. She tried to speak, but all that came out were faint muffed sounds as the silk gag silenced her protests. The young man watched as she wriggled helplessly, a smirk on his face, clearly enjoying her attempts to free herself. "No use struggling, darling. Those bindings are tight, and that scarf isn't coming off anytime soon.
Julia feels incredibly vulnerable and helpless. The gag in her mouth muffles her attempt to speak, leaving her only able to make faint, unintelligible sounds. The ropes around her wrists feel tight and secure, holding her wrists together behind her back. She feels completely at the mercy of the young man.
Julia watches helplessly as the young man continues to remove her jewelry, her muffled angry sounds only making him chuckle. He takes everything, her precious gems and metals, leaving her completely without any possessions.
The young man gave her a sly smile, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Lean your back against the pencil bedpost, please." Julia resisted at first, her muffled words carrying a hint of frustration.
"Mmph, mmmfffg," she mumbled, struggling to protest as she complied with his request. Her back pressing against the hard wood of the pencil bedpost. The young man withdrew several curtain ropes from nearby, his intentions clear. "I need to secure you more, my lady," he said,
He moved behind her, wrapping the ropes around her upper body, securing them tightly.
Part 5
Julia's heart raced as she felt the rope encircling her upper body, the young man securing it tight. She tried to protest, but her words are muffled by the gag, leaving her unable to voice her objections.Without a word, the young man knelt down and quickly secured Julia's legs and ankles with a few more lengths of curtain rope. Julia moaned in protest, struggling in vain against the tight bindings, her efforts only serving to excite the young man further.The bindings are helding her tightly, restricting her movements and her ability to speak.The tight ropes against her skin served as a constant reminder of her helplessness.
The young man leaned in and gave her gagged mouth a quick kiss, a smirk playing on his lips. "Apologies, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Arsene Lupin. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm afraid I must go now. Au revoir."
FIN
Julia's heart raced as she felt the rope encircling her upper body, the young man securing it tight. She tried to protest, but her words are muffled by the gag, leaving her unable to voice her objections.Without a word, the young man knelt down and quickly secured Julia's legs and ankles with a few more lengths of curtain rope. Julia moaned in protest, struggling in vain against the tight bindings, her efforts only serving to excite the young man further.The bindings are helding her tightly, restricting her movements and her ability to speak.The tight ropes against her skin served as a constant reminder of her helplessness.
The young man leaned in and gave her gagged mouth a quick kiss, a smirk playing on his lips. "Apologies, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Arsene Lupin. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm afraid I must go now. Au revoir."
FIN
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