Illusion ?/F Part 3 added 25/08
Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2024 9:06 pm
It was just past 7:30 in the evening as Abbie continued to type away at her desk. The 38 year old woman is often found on evenings such as this one, typing alone as she tries to keep as up to date as she can with her hectic business she owns. Over her 10 year career as her own boss, she has proved to be hugely successful as a property landlord but also as a realtor.
Aside from working she keeps herself in good shape by using the gym each morning. As such her 5â€6 frame is slightly toned without looking like a body builder. Her long dyed blonde hair runs down to her mid back, slightly curly. Her deep hazel eyes beginning to look tired from too much computer screen use.
On this particular day she sits at her desk wearing a black short sleeveless dress which finishes at her mid thighs. It shows off just enough cleavage to be noticed without being potentially offensive. Her legs are covered in opaque nylon tights and a pair of black high heels are on her feet.
She pauses occasionally as she types, her foot tapping the floor rapidly as it appears something is on her mind. She’s apprehensive, nervous even.
Glancing at the clock above the door in her office and then again at a backpack next to the coat rack by the door she seems easily distracted.
Through the window next to the door, she can see someone else in the office tonight.
Naomi sits at a desk in the empty office. She does not type but rather sits and plays with her phone. She can be seen smirking as she flicks between tabs.
Naomi is slightly taller than Abbie at 5â€10 with long dark brown hair. She is slightly less curvy and toned than Abbie but is still a very attractive woman and is around 5 years younger.
She wears an outfit not often found in this environment, a dark green sports bra with a pair of short black skintight gym shorts with a thong separating her cheeks underneath. On her feet is a pair of white gym socks and a pair of white trainers.
...
As Naomi sits at the desk she is seemingly unaware of her surroundings. A hand clamps over her mouth as a voice hisses “put the phone down and stand up. Hands up!â€
She complies slowly, placing the phone face down. She stands to her feet and places her arms up.
“Not a sound.†The voice hisses again. “Strip. Now.â€
Naomi reluctantly reaches for her sports bra first, pulling it over her head to reveal her bare breasts underneath. She bends down, untying the laces of her trainers next before slipping each one off. Her socks quickly follow suit. The final items for the pile next to her are her tight fitting shorts which she peels down her legs followed finally by her thong which completes the pile to her side.
“Socks. Ball them up and put them in your mouth. Do it.†The voice hisses again. Naomi is reluctant and disgusted but left with little choice she does just that, merging them together before forcing herself to stuff them in her mouth filling it effectively.
She barely has chance to accept the taste before a roll of pink vet wrap is soon being wrapped between her teeth at first followed by a thick layer over and around her mouth.
She soon finds herself bent over the desk in front of her. Her arms are pulled roughly behind her back as they are soon being secured tightly together with a length of rope. Another rope follows around her elbows.
Once Naomi’s elbows are tied, two ropes wrap above and below her breasts pinning her arms to her back. Another two ropes soon wrap around her shoulders, completing a tight breast harness for her.
Following the breast harness, Naomi soon feels a rope being wrapped tightly around her waist before being passed between her legs twice and cinched off neatly. Naomi instinctively “mppphs†in protest but it is no use. Whoever this is seems to know what they are doing. The work is quick yet expertly tight.
With her upper body secure, the captor moves onto her lower body. A rope wraps around her ankles first, sharply pulling them together before being cinched into place. Further ropes follow around her shins, lower knees, upper knees and thighs.
Naomi is lowered onto the floor. Her legs are soon bent backwards as she is put into a strict hogtie courtesy of a rope connecting her ankles to her elbows.
With little she can do but rock in place and mpph into her gag she is slid around on her front. She locks eyes with her captor...
Aside from working she keeps herself in good shape by using the gym each morning. As such her 5â€6 frame is slightly toned without looking like a body builder. Her long dyed blonde hair runs down to her mid back, slightly curly. Her deep hazel eyes beginning to look tired from too much computer screen use.
On this particular day she sits at her desk wearing a black short sleeveless dress which finishes at her mid thighs. It shows off just enough cleavage to be noticed without being potentially offensive. Her legs are covered in opaque nylon tights and a pair of black high heels are on her feet.
She pauses occasionally as she types, her foot tapping the floor rapidly as it appears something is on her mind. She’s apprehensive, nervous even.
Glancing at the clock above the door in her office and then again at a backpack next to the coat rack by the door she seems easily distracted.
Through the window next to the door, she can see someone else in the office tonight.
Naomi sits at a desk in the empty office. She does not type but rather sits and plays with her phone. She can be seen smirking as she flicks between tabs.
Naomi is slightly taller than Abbie at 5â€10 with long dark brown hair. She is slightly less curvy and toned than Abbie but is still a very attractive woman and is around 5 years younger.
She wears an outfit not often found in this environment, a dark green sports bra with a pair of short black skintight gym shorts with a thong separating her cheeks underneath. On her feet is a pair of white gym socks and a pair of white trainers.
...
As Naomi sits at the desk she is seemingly unaware of her surroundings. A hand clamps over her mouth as a voice hisses “put the phone down and stand up. Hands up!â€
She complies slowly, placing the phone face down. She stands to her feet and places her arms up.
“Not a sound.†The voice hisses again. “Strip. Now.â€
Naomi reluctantly reaches for her sports bra first, pulling it over her head to reveal her bare breasts underneath. She bends down, untying the laces of her trainers next before slipping each one off. Her socks quickly follow suit. The final items for the pile next to her are her tight fitting shorts which she peels down her legs followed finally by her thong which completes the pile to her side.
“Socks. Ball them up and put them in your mouth. Do it.†The voice hisses again. Naomi is reluctant and disgusted but left with little choice she does just that, merging them together before forcing herself to stuff them in her mouth filling it effectively.
She barely has chance to accept the taste before a roll of pink vet wrap is soon being wrapped between her teeth at first followed by a thick layer over and around her mouth.
She soon finds herself bent over the desk in front of her. Her arms are pulled roughly behind her back as they are soon being secured tightly together with a length of rope. Another rope follows around her elbows.
Once Naomi’s elbows are tied, two ropes wrap above and below her breasts pinning her arms to her back. Another two ropes soon wrap around her shoulders, completing a tight breast harness for her.
Following the breast harness, Naomi soon feels a rope being wrapped tightly around her waist before being passed between her legs twice and cinched off neatly. Naomi instinctively “mppphs†in protest but it is no use. Whoever this is seems to know what they are doing. The work is quick yet expertly tight.
With her upper body secure, the captor moves onto her lower body. A rope wraps around her ankles first, sharply pulling them together before being cinched into place. Further ropes follow around her shins, lower knees, upper knees and thighs.
Naomi is lowered onto the floor. Her legs are soon bent backwards as she is put into a strict hogtie courtesy of a rope connecting her ankles to her elbows.
With little she can do but rock in place and mpph into her gag she is slid around on her front. She locks eyes with her captor...