Donna’s Discovery ?/FFM

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Donna’s Discovery ?/FFM

A ‘Condo of Horny Seniors’ Story

“Snip” went the bolt cutters on the burglar chain with a rattle as the severed chain parts dropped.

Donna said to Doreen, “Technically I’m not permitted to enter someone’s condo suite. But my husband, the Super, is away at a family emergency with his sister-in-law. So I believed your story and am about to enter Norman’s unit.”

Doreen had come to her unit with the story that she had been asked to come to Norman’s condo unit at 7:00 am and had been given a key to his door. While the key worked, a burglar chain had stopped her entry. She thought she heard some human groans through the opening around the door. Perhaps not enough to call police, but enough to warrant an investigation.

Donna pulled on some latex gloves, common-place after Covid, and a precaution she was used to in her decades as a police officer. “Follow me in, but don’t touch or disturb anything. Stay 4 or 5 feet behind me. If something alarming happens, let me handle the situation. If possible scram out the door, and go down the stairs to the left and call for help.” Donna activated her body cam and noted the severed portions of the chain, one long part hanging from the door frame, the other part caught in the groove of the slot fastened on the back of the door.

She called out, “Condo official entering on official business” Enough to make the entry official, though it wasn’t quite. Blocked the door wide open.

Carrying the bolt cutters in her left hand she walked down the centre of the entrance hall and heard a muffled sound from the guest bathroom, off a small corridor to the right.

Somewhat to her surprise she found a naked resident woman thoroughly roped to a wooden chair in the bathtub, gagged with a strip of duct tape with a corner slightly peeled off, or not firmly attached from the beginning. Two strips of the same tape ran parallel to the sides of her nose in an inverted V, effectively blindfolding her. Her wrists were tied crossed behind the back of the chair, with free ends tied through the chair uprights, around her waist and knotted in front. The ends went up beside her neck, over her shoulders and down to support her wrists in a comfortable fashion. Another rope ran around her chest and the chair back, supporting her breasts with their aroused peaks. Her ankles were secured to the cross pieces of the chair supports. The victim did not seem in distress.

“I say, Sandra, you seem to be enjoying your situation.”

The captive nodded.

Donna tugged at the corner of the duct tape and pulled it off, thinking it wouldn’t have been an effort for Sandra to push it off with her tongue.

All three women were seniors in their mid 60s, with the signs of the years showing through a little – grey hair, roughened skin. Donna was stocky, muscular and was in a set of utility work clothes. Doreen was slimmer, wearing an almost party dress and had explained that there had been an end of run party the night before which had gone on all night.

Donna asked Sandra, “Are you OK?”

“Yes. Actually, I enjoy being tied up in ways that are pleasant, not threatening. But there is another person somewhere in the unit that maybe you should look for. Probably also captive. And when practical, a sip of water, please.”

Donna, followed by Doreen, walked up the main hall into the living/dining/kitchen. There was a man, naked, similarly secured to another chair in the tiled kitchen area. There was some sort of plastic ball on his flabby manhood. She tugged at the flap of duct tape and freed his mouth.

“Everything OK Norman?” Donna asked the owner of the unit and incidentally centre of some of the more unusual practices within the condo community. Older by a decade or more than her.

“Yes. I’m comfortable. But there might be one or more other people somewhere in the unit.”

“I found Sandra in a bathtub. I’ll go looking around for other persons.”

Donna still followed by Doreen searched the other parts of the suite, the master bedroom, second bedroom, now a messy office, the den with a guest bed. She found Valerie in the master bath off the big bedroom, naked but not fastened to a chair. Instead her hands were attached with rope to a vertical grab bar at the top end of the tub. There were ropes around her ankles, above her knees, and the requisite ropes at her waist and breast line. Donna pulled the tab of the duct tape off her face, feeling that the victim was in discomfort from the way her hands were pulled up behind her back to the grab bar. There was a piece of wood beside Valerie’s legs in the bottom of the tub.

“Can you lift me up and put the wood across the tub so I can sit on it, please? I squirmed a little and fell off the wood.”

Donna and Doreen lifted up the naked captive and set her down on the plank, stretching from side to side of the big soaker style tub.

“I want to go back over the unit to see if there are any more victims. You seem comfortable now. Would you like a sip of water?”

Donna made a circuit of the condo, checking in cupboards (even in the kitchen) and under beds looking for others, such as the person who had tied the three up, and who had secured the door to the hall. She noted that all windows were shut and properly secured, and the balcony door likewise. She kicked a piece of folded wire in the main hall and picked it up to keep someone tripping or being injured.

None of the prisoners seemed concerned about their captivity; rather they were enjoying their situation. Donna noted that three of Norman’s Pleasure Gliders were set up in the main living area, awaiting guests.

Doreen found clean glasses in a cupboard above the counter and delivered fresh tap water to the secured occupants, holding the glass to each’s lips.

Donna turned to Doreen, saying, “We seemed to have a sort of ‘locked room’ mystery. The balcony door is locked and all the windows are shut and latched. As you know the front door was locked and secured. I’ve looked at all the rooms and there isn’t anybody else here but ourselves and the three guests. One of them must have captured the others, then secured herself or himself.

“I propose to conduct interviews of these people to determine which one is likely to be the perpetrator. Since no one seems to have suffered any harm, we don’t need to call the police. At least, not immediately. We’ll go in the reverse order we found the captives. We should be able to keep each from hearing the answers of the others.”


“Hi Valerie,” Donna began. “You seem to be comfortable in your restraints.”

“Well, I was invited up here by an email from Norman asking if I would like a session tied up on one of the Pleasure Gliders he and David have built. If so, I was to come to his door at 5 AM, and tap gently. Suitably un-attired.

“I heard a ‘enter’ in a medium pitched voice that I didn’t recognize. I went in and saw a low light on in the living area. As I passed the doorway to the den someone jumped out behind me, push something with a couple of points into my back, whispering ‘I have a taser at your back. Do exactly as I say and don’t make a noise.’

“I nodded. Perhaps this was part of Norman’s planned activities.

“I was instructed to drop my robe and divest myself of any clothes. Then a black bag was placed over my head and I was requested to cross my wrists behind my back, where they were tied. Ropes were added around my breasts and waist. I was led into the room here, which I presume is a bathroom. I was helped into the tub and made to sit on the wood piece from side to side across the tub.

“Next my legs were tied securely but not painfully, at my ankles and just above my knees. Then I was instructed to keep my eyes closed, and the black bag was removed. Duct tape strips were applied across my eyes parallel to the sides of my nose and gently pushed against my flesh. Another strip was applied over my mouth.

“I was instructed to lean forward and the short rope on my hands was attached to some metal piece behind me on the wall and tied so I couldn’t easily reach the knot. Then the voice said, ‘wait here.’

“After a while I tried shifting, and somehow dislodged the plank, which fell into the tub. I slumped down and my wrists were pulled up behind my back. Perhaps thanks to a medium diameter rope, and only one or two loops around my wrists only, I was able to tolerate the position, wondering if I would get my turn on the Pleasure Glider.

“That’s all I can say. I didn’t hear any other persons.”

“Do you know who did this to you?”

Valerie shook her head.

“Thank you, Valerie. Perhaps you can have your ride when we have finished interviewing the others. I’ll just leave you fastened if you are comfortable with that.”

“Others?”

“Norman and Sandra.”

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“Hello Norman,” Donna said to the naked man tied to an old worn kitchen chair. Doreen had dropped a towel over his privates.

“Hi Donna. To what do I have the pleasure of seeing you here?”

“I’m trying to find out how some bound people are found in a locked condo, sort of a locked room mystery, somewhat of a story Agatha Christie might have concocted. But so far, no one poisoned. Would you please tell me your story?”

“Well, I left my condo in the middle of the night to return a step ladder to the condo party room storage. I had borrowed it earlier and forgotten to return it when I was finished with it. I didn’t lock the door as this is a pretty safe location and it was late at night.”

“What time?”

“Oh, maybe 3 to 3:30 am.”

“Continue, please.”

“When I came back in, I locked the door and headed for the living area. As I passed the side corridor some one must have silently come out of the second bedroom, and pressed something into the small of my back, whispering in a neutral voice, ‘This is a taser. If you don’t want to try it out, nod your head twice to indicate you won’t make a noise and will follow my instructions. Don’t try to look at me.’

“I was directed into the kitchen area, required to put a black bag over my head, and take my clothes off.

“Then the taser was pressed against my arm, and the voice said, ‘Sit in the chair and put your hands behind the back of the chair.’ I felt a length of rope wrapped around my crossed wrists, two ways, then cinched. The ends came around my waist as you can see, and tied together in front where I couldn’t reach. Then my legs were tied together. The black bag was removed after a warning, and the duct tape was applied over my eyes and mouth.”

“Do you have any idea who may have done this to you and the others?”

“No. Who else?”

“Valerie and Sandra.”

“I had invited Sandra to come up for a session on the Pleasure Glider that I made with the help of another resident. I knew Sandra wanted a session before she went away for the summer. Come to think of it, I invited someone else – Doreen – to come as well. I don’t recall talking to anyone else. I even lent her a key.”

“Doreen’s here. She tried to get in as requested, then came to me to get past the burglar chain as she heard moaning from inside. Or thought she did.”

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Sandra had almost fallen asleep on her chair in the bathtub. “Hi Donna. I almost drifted off. Have you found out who did it to us?” Sandra enjoyed being comfortably tied up and left to contemplate. She liked to blank her mind into a mindfulness state and didn’t mind falling asleep. Peaceful and quieting, as many other residents did.

“No, I haven’t. Would you please tell me your story.”

“Not much to tell. I received an email from Norman early yesterday morning asking if I still wanted – er needed – a session on one of the Pleasure Gliders he has. Come around about 6 AM. The door was open, and I wandered in – possibly Norman had gone to empty waste.

“I was approached from behind and something sharp pressed into my back. ‘This is a taser; if you don’t want to make my day then be quiet and follow directions.’ I couldn’t figure out who, but the voice sounded like it was that of an actor or actress – you know, a different timbre.

“I was directed to put a black bag over my head, then to strip. Then my hands were tied behind my back like I enjoy in games. I was directed to get into the bathtub and sit in the chair, arms over the back. I was tied securely to the chair in a way I like. Under threat of the taser, duct tape was placed over my eyes and mouth.

“I heard a noise at the entrance door a little later, but it went away. I tried to make a noise but wasn’t successful in attracting attention. Later there was more noise and then you found me.

“Will I get my session on the Pleasure Rider?”

“Norman is also tied up. I have not got to the bottom of this mystery. But maybe now I have interviewed everyone I could bring you together in the living area. Norman was tied up as well, but he’s probably OK with that.”

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Three ladies were relaxing tied on the Pleasure Gliders in the living area, Doreen between the other two. The dildos were doing their thing, twisting, turning, plunging, stroking at a comfortable pace.

Donna reflected on the information she had gleaned from the interviews. She thought that 2 of the captives had their wrists secured in a way that they could not have set up by themselves. She wasn’t so sure of the third. But what motive? A locked condo mystery? She wandered around, looking carefully at the furniture, cupboards, closets, cushions. Out of habit she tidied cushions, straightened contents of cupboards.

She walked behind Norman still tied to his chair and rested her hands on his shoulders. He smiled when she gave him a little rub then moved her hands a little lower then asked, “What shall we get up to?”

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[Tiengag5]

Great bondage story.