Pantyhose Peril (M/Fmf)
Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2024 10:49 pm
This is a response to a conversation I had with @scandi
Sigve turned over in his bed, trying to sleep despite the howling wind outside. In frustration he climbed out and peered around the curtain at the scene outside, the lane running from the house was completely invisible with an unbroken blanket of snow extending from the house out to the tree-line. The bank of fir trees was swaying slightly as more snow descended steadily from the sky and Sigve could even see signs of drifts building by the out buildings. Thankfully he wouldn't have to go to school in the morning as it was Saturday so maybe he'd get chance to ski across to his friend Olaf.
At 13 Sigve was beginning to explore the area now on his cross country skis, his mother just ensured he would check in at regular intervals and always tell her where he was heading to. Or maybe she would let him use the snow mobile? He was envious of the Sami kids who he would see in the distance guiding their reindeer herds looking for new pasture amidst the snow.
A sound in the hall made Sigve move back from the window. What was that?
He checked the alarm clock by his bedside, 23:45. Who else was up at this time?
As Sigve slowly made his way to the door, it opened and immediately his body froze in fear...
A man, at least he thought it was a man, entered the room. The intruder was dressed in what appeared to be black salopettes, a black weatherproof jacket and a black neoprene skimask. A pair of snug fitting black leather gloves completed the ensemble.
The man swiftly walked over and placed his gloved hand over Sigve's mouth. Sigve felt a rush a excitement pass over him, rather like the one he had got seeing his Lise Erikson in her gym kit at school.
The man gently guilded Sigve to the bed and removed his hand.
"Don't scream. Don't give me any trouble. I'm not going to hurt you".
The man produced a short length of thin rope from his jacket pocket and quickly bound Sigve's hands behind him. Sigve started to shake, and the man replaced his hand over his mouth.
The hand was firm over Sigve's mouth, he could smell the leather and taste it.
"Just relax, I know you're scared but I promise I won't hurt you" whispered the masked man.
A large blue bandana came out of the man's pocket. The intruder tied the bandana in place across Sigve's mouth, the cloth forced between his teeth and knotted tightly at the back.
Satisfied with his gag and binding of Sigve the man escorted the trembling teen in to the living area of the house. Sat on the sofa Sigve was greeted by the sight of his mother and sister, both appeared to be gagged in a similar manner to him and their arms also,seemed pinioned behind them.
Sigve's emotions raged at the fear he felt and the sight of his mother gagged along with his sister.
The man pushed Sigve on to an armchair opposite his mother and then proceeded to tie his ankles with another piece of thin rope. Sigve noticed his mother also had two lengths of rope, one around her knees and one around her ankles. The thin white rope contrasted sharply with the tan of her pantyhose. His sister appeared to have her legs secured, though her panthose was a slightly paler shade than his mother.
End of Part 1.
Sigve turned over in his bed, trying to sleep despite the howling wind outside. In frustration he climbed out and peered around the curtain at the scene outside, the lane running from the house was completely invisible with an unbroken blanket of snow extending from the house out to the tree-line. The bank of fir trees was swaying slightly as more snow descended steadily from the sky and Sigve could even see signs of drifts building by the out buildings. Thankfully he wouldn't have to go to school in the morning as it was Saturday so maybe he'd get chance to ski across to his friend Olaf.
At 13 Sigve was beginning to explore the area now on his cross country skis, his mother just ensured he would check in at regular intervals and always tell her where he was heading to. Or maybe she would let him use the snow mobile? He was envious of the Sami kids who he would see in the distance guiding their reindeer herds looking for new pasture amidst the snow.
A sound in the hall made Sigve move back from the window. What was that?
He checked the alarm clock by his bedside, 23:45. Who else was up at this time?
As Sigve slowly made his way to the door, it opened and immediately his body froze in fear...
A man, at least he thought it was a man, entered the room. The intruder was dressed in what appeared to be black salopettes, a black weatherproof jacket and a black neoprene skimask. A pair of snug fitting black leather gloves completed the ensemble.
The man swiftly walked over and placed his gloved hand over Sigve's mouth. Sigve felt a rush a excitement pass over him, rather like the one he had got seeing his Lise Erikson in her gym kit at school.
The man gently guilded Sigve to the bed and removed his hand.
"Don't scream. Don't give me any trouble. I'm not going to hurt you".
The man produced a short length of thin rope from his jacket pocket and quickly bound Sigve's hands behind him. Sigve started to shake, and the man replaced his hand over his mouth.
The hand was firm over Sigve's mouth, he could smell the leather and taste it.
"Just relax, I know you're scared but I promise I won't hurt you" whispered the masked man.
A large blue bandana came out of the man's pocket. The intruder tied the bandana in place across Sigve's mouth, the cloth forced between his teeth and knotted tightly at the back.
Satisfied with his gag and binding of Sigve the man escorted the trembling teen in to the living area of the house. Sat on the sofa Sigve was greeted by the sight of his mother and sister, both appeared to be gagged in a similar manner to him and their arms also,seemed pinioned behind them.
Sigve's emotions raged at the fear he felt and the sight of his mother gagged along with his sister.
The man pushed Sigve on to an armchair opposite his mother and then proceeded to tie his ankles with another piece of thin rope. Sigve noticed his mother also had two lengths of rope, one around her knees and one around her ankles. The thin white rope contrasted sharply with the tan of her pantyhose. His sister appeared to have her legs secured, though her panthose was a slightly paler shade than his mother.
End of Part 1.
