She's ALL Your's! ( Mostly F/F )

[LunaDog]

Right, having started my Christmas holiday, and catching up with all of your stories, here's one of my own!

SHE’S ALL YOURS!

When my captor took me as her prisoner she did so brilliantly, totally unobserved, and so quickly that I had no chance of fighting back at all. There I was indulging in a bit of ‘window shopping,’ in the delights of a Lady’s high range clothing store, when a violent shove from behind pushed my form into said window with such force as to momentary stun me.

Before I could recover my senses at all, a pillow case was roughly placed over my head, totally taking away my power of sight from me, and my arms became pulled behind me, wherein two series of click sounds announced my wrists becoming surrounded by the solid steel rings of a pair of handcuffs, that closed around them signifying my descent into the captivity of my, as yet totally unknown, assailant!

Who then proceeded to bundle, yes, I believe that’s the right word, me over to a small panel van, of with she pushed me, with absolutely no finesse whatsoever into the open rear compartment; with an accompanying “in there with you, slut!” As I landed, in the form of a totally undignified heap upon the floor, I heard the door of the compartment slam shut. After which my captor climbed into the driving section of the vehicle, brought the engine to life and set off, to wherever she planned to take the now, totally captive, me.

I have to be honest; I’d never been so utterly petrified within my short, just over twenty years upon this earth, life as I was at that moment of time. Here I was, completely captured as a tug on those handcuffs confirmed beyond any doubt, blinded, and heading to a destination of somebody else’s choosing, me having no say in the matter at all. With absolutely no idea just who my captor was or why I was now subject to her imprisonment. Why had she taken me and just what did she want from me?

During that journey to where she had chosen, I remained lying on the floor, not even attempting to rise at all, after I’d soon stopped trying to escape, uselessly, from the cuffs that so effectively bound my arms together. A journey that lasted for roughly thirty minutes, although to the extremely frightened me it seemed more like thirty years. Finally, I felt my conveyance pull up to a halt. We had arrived, it appeared.

A fact confirmed by the van’s door sliding open, and a gruff female voice ordered “OUT!” Struggling to even get to my feet, at least she the decency to assist me, holding my body as I stepped down from her vehicle, and guided me into her dwelling, up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Wherein I was almost thrown unto the bed present there, as I sought answers to the questions rattling around within my mind. “Who are you, and why have you taken me?”

“Did I say that you could speak, slut?”

“No, not specifically.”

“WELL BLOODY SHUT UP, THEN! You’ll find out what’s going on when I’m ready to tell you and NOT before! Got it?”

“Yes. I won’t say another word.” What else could I do?

I felt my opponent then tie something around my neck, pulling the pillow tightly around my head. “Now slut, although this pillowcase is manufactured of a material and in such a way as to permit some breathing, the amount of air that you’ll be allowed to pass is limited, and probably not enough to keep you alive in the long run. I’m about to release your handcuffs, and issue you with some instructions. The quicker that you comply, the quicker I’ll untie your ‘necklace.’ Understood?” I simply nodded meekly.

I felt the cuffs become undone, and then I received my first instruction, in a tone that simply forbade any thought of dis-obedience. “STRIP!”

Therefore, I didn’t dis-obey, as I first removed my leather jacket and then wriggled out of the matching skirt, casting them both aside as quickly as I could. Following that by taking off my satin blouse, then moving to undo my bra, also made with that material. When my captor interrupted, with a very sarcastic, “allow me.” So, finishing the task of taking off that particular garment for me, commenting as she did so, “satin, eh? Very classy.” Helping herself to a good and long fondle of my, now exposed, tits!

I bent down to undo one of clasps holding my stockings, when I received my next command. “Stop right there, slut. I want you in stockings and suspenders, as I’ll explain to you later. That’s enough undressing for now, lie down centrally on the bed, and spread yourself out!”

Naturally I did so, and again l felt my tormenter rather than saw her, approach my left arm. Suddenly my wrist there was surrounded by a silk bondage tie, in a manner that suggested that this woman knew exactly what she was doing. Now came that rather decisive snap sound as my captor became precisely that, securing my wrist to her bed post, in a completely inescapable form. She swiftly moved over to the other side of her bed, and within moments my right arm was bound in the same inescapable manner to her furniture. I was now hers, if not in the final form that she intended for me!

A fact that she did acknowledge by undoing the tie around my neck, and although she made no attempt to remove the pillowcase from my head yet, she did lift it and allow me to take a full breath of delicious fresh air.

Having done so, my captor now returned to the task of securing my body to her bed. Although she had one task to do before that, relieving me of my panties. “How very thoughtful of you, slut, threading your suspenders underneath them. Saves me a job. Legs together now.” Swiftly she pulled said panties, yes, they were made of satin, down and off in one quick movement.

“Right, legs apart now, slut!” Within moments my spread-eagled bondage was complete, my captor having securely tied both of my ankles to her lower bedposts. Now I was simply her complete captive, emphasised even further, as fully unnecessarily, she used some smaller lengths of tie, to also fasten my hands to the bonds that secured my arms to her bed.

It was now that I received my first view of this woman who had taken me as her prisoner, this woman who’d captured me and made me hers, for she now removed the pillowcase that she’d placed over my head. To reveal the fact that my captor was a powerfully built woman, which did not surprise me one bit, one who was quite a bit older than me looking like she was in her late forties, which somewhat did.

“Yes, take a good look, after all you utterly belong to me now. I remember promising you that I’d give you all the answers you needed, and that time is now. Up until a few moments ago, it’s true that you didn’t know me at all. My name is Madeline Carruthers.”

I didn’t recognise her first name, but her surname was familiar to me, as my eyes betrayed this information to her. “Oh, I see that my name is known to you then, or my family one anyway. Yes, I am Ryan’s mother. Now does that answer your questions?”

I knew now just why this woman had taken me, and that I was in trouble with a capital ‘T!’

[tickletied84]

Oooh, great start! Looking forward to seeing what else is in store for our damsel!

[40 plus denier]

Love descriptive urgency of the kidnap with the use of cuffs and hood, but then a mood change of undress and silk ties. Looking forward to the next part

[LunaDog]

Oooh, great start! Looking forward to seeing what else is in store for our damsel!

Thank you for these kind words. The next part will be posted soon, in which we find out just what our 'damsel' did to enrage her, now, captor so much.

[LunaDog]

Love descriptive urgency of the kidnap with the use of cuffs and hood, but then a mood change of undress and silk ties. Looking forward to the next part

As i said above, it'll be posted soon. Thanks for the positive comment.

[LunaDog]

As promised THIS is why Madeline Curruthers captured the narrator of this tale.



Ryan Carruthers was one of those ‘nerdy’ kids, one that had been in the same class as me at school. And had grown into somewhat of a nerdy young adult too. Who’d had the misfortune, about three weeks before the events described above, to be sitting, alone, reading a book within the same pub as myself and two of my good friends one Friday evening.

It was one of ‘those’ nights, when nothing that could be described as ‘action’ appeared to be on the horizon. Another boring evening in prospect then. It was now that my friend, Jane, noticed the lonesome Ryan, who was quietly sitting alone and doing nobody any harm whatsoever. She turned to me with a mischievous smile upon her face, having decided to ‘spice up the night.’

“I’ll bet you couldn’t chat him up and entice him to come back to yours with you. Where we can have a little fun with him. Up for it?”

Now, I’m a girl who could never resist a challenge, and that’s just I was being given here. “Sure, I could, but say I do, what do you have in mind for old nerdy there?”

“Let’s have a bit of fun with him. Tie him to your bed,” my place was by far the nearest to the pub we were currently located in, “having put him in some of your lingerie, then take some snaps and generally tease him. Can you think of anything better to do?”

“No, I can’t. Alright you’re on.” Giving them both my spare key, I finished. “Meet you both back at mine. And, for God’s sake, stay out of sight until I’ve got him just where I want him.”

“Sure thing. Good hunting!” They then left, with me studying my ‘prey,’ waiting for the right moment to pounce upon this unsuspecting male, who was now firmly within my sights.

Which arrived only a few minutes later, as I noticed Ryan finish his pint and begin to rise in order to purchase another. Rising, only to be bumped into, accidentally on purpose if you see what I mean, by the ‘clumsy’ me. “Oh, I’m SO sorry, please excuse me. I see that you are about to buy another drink, please allow me as an apology.” Feigning surprise I then burst out with, “actually, I think I recognise you. Ryan, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is.” Looking at me, it was clear that whilst he did remember me, he couldn’t recall my name, although we’d been in the same class at school, that had been a few years ago and we’d never really interacted during that time.

I put him out of his misery. “Gillian. And that is?” Pointing at his now empty glass. He told me just which of the available beers he desired, and I made that purchase, complete with a large dry white wine for myself. Returning to the table, I enquired, “may I join you? Be nice to catch up on old times. What are you reading?”

“I’d be delighted.” With the smile on his face displaying the fact that these were not empty words, this was a young man who was completely unused to the attentions of a stunning sexy, yes, I most certainly was worthy of that description, young lady. “Oh, this?” Holding up his book. “It’s an account of the Battle of Waterloo by Bernard Cornwall, the author of the ‘Sharpe’ series.”

“Really? Must be quite informative then.” I had actually heard of this ‘Sharpe,’ they had turned Cornwall’s books into a T.V. series, starring that real hunk Sean Bean as the leading character. Now THAT was a man whom I’d like to get into bed with, well as he was then that is, it had been quite a few years since ‘Sharpe’ had first graced our T.V. screens.

I then had to simply sit there as this boring young man went on and on, about a General This and another General That had performed such acts as to shape matters that day, pretending to be interested whereas I was utterly bored shitless. However, I never forgot the primary purpose behind all of this, sitting totally provocatively, where I made sure that my target obtained a perfect view of my skirt being lifted just enough so he could, without any real effort at all on his part, see a suspender clasp clamped onto one of the pair of very sheer stockings that I was wearing. Even a nerd like this couldn’t fail to respond to such a sight, could they?

Carefully pacing myself, consuming my own drink as to finish it simultaneously with my prey finishing his, and I achieved this aim successfully. So, as he asked me if I desired another drink, I was able to reply, “actually I’d like a coffee now. At my place. And I’d be delighted if you were able to join me, although I do have some more beer at mine,” actually I’d lied, I didn’t “if you’d like that instead.”

What’s that old expression? Oh yes, ‘hook, line AND sinker.’ I’d caught him, make no mistake about that, as he rose, and offered me my own leather jacket, in the time-honoured manner that real gentlemen do. Then I sealed the deal as it were, as I whispered gently in his ear, “or maybe it’ll be my sexual juices that you’ll be drinking!”

The almost exquisite manner in which he responded told me all I needed to know, yes, I’d hit the jackpot alright, as my conquest probably believed that all of his Christmases and birthdays had arrived at once! My giving him a kiss, once we out of any prying eyes, more from the point of view of MY reputation and not his, probably helped in that degree, for I made sure that it was a REAL snog, full of implied passion and menace.

Arm in arm, having made sure that we weren’t observed, I guided my intended victim to my flat, and having reached that destination, I invited, no, actually more or less ordered, him to use my small room. For, as a pointed out to him, he’d consumed at least two pints of beer and we didn’t want any ‘calls of nature’ disturbing things now, did we?

Making sure that I’d shut the door to my bathroom firmly after him, so he’d have no idea that those two little minxes, Jane and Sharon were waiting either side of my bed in the bedroom. Or that I’d grabbed a blindfold to use on him, if only on a temporary basis.

As he emerged from within my small room, I took him by surprise, manoeuvring myself behind him, I was able to slip my blindfold over his head and cover his eyes. At the same time whispering gently into his ear, “let’s spice it up a bit, Sweetheart? I’m just about to take you into my sitting room, where there’s a lot more room to get undressed. Then I’ll take you to my bed, so we can, well, you know.” Soon he was just down to his boxers, with me only wearing stockings, suspenders and panties. Ready for the next step, as I led him into my bedroom.

Where the blindfold came into play, for a bedside lamp was illuminated, with Jane and Sharon waiting, bondage ties in hand, as I guided him onto my bed. Gently moving him into the required central position, then having sat myself down upon his chest, I grabbed both of his arms and moved them outwards, towards the bedposts and the ready pair of my accomplices.

Who took over proceedings, each taking hold of an arm, wrapping their respective tie around his wrists, then tying his arms to the bedposts in a totally inescapable manner. He was ours.

Of course we’d taken him completely by surprise, and with my weight, no I’m certainly NOT fat by any means, but my body still has mass, upon his chest, his options for resistance were well and truly limited anyway.

Well, he’d no doubt entered my flat expecting some frantic sexual action, anticipating that delicious sensation of an orgasm, induced by me. And now he found himself as the complete captive of a trio of merciless minxes, who had total humiliation in mind, rather than any sexual satisfaction. But we were far from finished yet!

Lifting my body whilst not leaving my position on top of my captive, I was able to remove my panties, before I sat back down upon his chest. And just guess where they were heading for? Yes, that’s right, his mouth. In they went, to be tied in place there, making sure our victim couldn’t eject them.

Meanwhile the other two hadn’t been slacking. Down and off came his boxers, exposing what actually were an impressive set of ‘tools’ complete with a far bigger than average cock, only to be replaced by a set of my, rather skimpy, satin panties, accompanied by a suspender belt of the same material. And just what do said belts suspend?

He found his feet and ankles covered in nylon almost simultaneously, with Jane taking care of his left leg and Sharon his right. With both of them stopping after they’d taken the nylon to just above his ankles, wherein the progress of nylon up his legs temporarily ceased. Only for the two minxes to complete his spread-eagled bondage to my bed, securely tying his ankles to the lower bed posts.

Now they resumed their combined task of the fitting of the stockings. Up his legs the nylon travelled, until stocking met suspender, with Jane and Sharon fastening the clasps. He was now ‘dressed up’ to our complete satisfaction.

Oh, how we thought that we were clever? In reality we were nothing of the sort of course, as for the next hour or so, we three heartless bitches, because that is exactly what we were, tormented and teased our helpless and hapless victim. Bringing him to just before the point where he’d obtain release, again and again, filling him full of sexual tension and frustration, with tears of utter humiliation streaming from his innocent eyes, which I’d uncovered by now, during the whole time. And with the three of us taking a good few snaps of the situation on our ’phones, even a short video or two, threatening to plaster them all over the internet if he told anybody of his ordeal in our hands, we finally released him.

He dressed himself, having relieved his body of my lingerie, in silence, and then, with those tears of humiliation still flowing, he left my flat like a dog with its tail very much between its legs. Leaving the three of us opening a bottle of wine in order to celebrate. Celebrate, what exactly? That we’d been, as said before, a trio of totally outrageous, heartless bitches.

Well, our threat of exposure did have the effect of preventing Ryan from informing the authorities of just what we’d done to him, but there was no fooling his mother, Madeline, who’d fully clocked his utterly distressed state the next morning, and gently eased the whole sorry story out of her distraught son.

Quite naturally she was totally incandescent with, fully justified, rage and what didn’t help is that the pair of them clocked me later that very day, with a totally smug and arrogant look upon my visage. I’d not noticed then at all, and it was at this precise moment in time that Madeline vowed that I wasn’t going to get away with what I’d done to her, utterly innocent, son. No, now this intelligent and patient woman began to almost stalk me for a couple of weeks, to gauge my normal pattern of behaviour, as she drew up her plans for revenge. Plans, that as we all saw earlier, she’d executed so brilliantly!

[LunaDog]

So, that Ladies and Gentlemen, is precisely how, not to mention why of course, I came to be Madeline’s captive, absolutely held in her hands and power, tied totally securely but also utterly safely, in terms of blood circulation etc. to her bed. With the look upon her face, the dirty, almost vicious smile present there indicating that she was in NO mood to show me any mercy whatsoever.

“Comfortable, slut?” In a completely mock concerned tone. Before I had chance to reply, she continued. “I sure hope so, because you’re going to staying here for quite some time. Time where you pay for just what you did to my Ryan, goodness knows how lacking in confidence he already was when it comes to the opposite sex, but after what you, and those other two sluts, did to him, he’s completely destroyed. And now, YOU are going to pay for that!”

“Please, we didn’t mean any real harm,..” However, I never got to finish what I’d intended to say. For Madeline cut straight across me.

“SHUT IT, SLUT! I’m not in any mood whatsoever to listen to your pathetic ramblings. I’ve decided that you are going to be punished and therefore PUNISHED you shall be. If you open your mouth again without my express permission, you’ll be gagged, simple as that. Maybe I’ll use your own panties on you, just like you did on my son. There’s a kind of karma to that, don’t you think? Yes, you may answer, in fact I demand that you damn well do.”

“I suppose so, Mrs Carruthers.”

“You suppose so? I bloody well say it is, so therefore as far as you are concerned it IS, slut. Oh, and ‘Mrs Carruthers’ sounds a little stuck up, so when I do permit you to speak, don’t address me as that, please. To you, I am now MISTRESS MADELINE! Is that clear?”

It was time to show some compliance. “Crystal clear, Mistress Madeline.”

“Good. Now listen well, slut. I’m about to leave you for a little while I attend to some other matters, like I’ve got to make some preparations for what I’m about to inflict upon you. So, I’m asking you politely, if you wouldn’t mind not going anywhere in the meantime. Ciao then, slut, see you again in a couple of minutes.” Passing through, and locking the door to her bedroom, after she’d gone. As if THAT was necessary?

What, you think I wasn’t going to try to escape? But, within seconds it became utterly abundant that my attempts to do so were completely useless not to mention pointless. It was beyond any doubt whatsoever that this Mistress Madeline knew her knots and rope work, I wasn’t going anywhere without her say so! No, I’d have no choice other to lie back and endure just what she planned for me.

Just as she’d stated, a few minutes later, Madeline did indeed step through the bedroom door and enter the room. But, gone had all her outer clothing, just like I was she was now just wearing a suspender and sheer nylon stockings. But that wasn’t what really caught my eye. No, around her mid-riff was a simply enormous strap-on, that must have been at least ten inches in length. She noticed my eyes widen in pure and utter fear, and smiled, the evil smile was back. “Oh yes slut, make NO mistake. YOU ARE NOW GOING TO BE SHAGGED!”

Madeline then sat herself down upon my bound body, as I had done to her son, but a bit lower down than I had done, so my tits were still fully exposed. She then started to hit them, alternatively, and as she stuck one of them with her cock, she gave the nipple of the other a not too gentle squeeze! “Do you like my new tool, slut? You ought to, you know, after all it cost me enough and I did purchase it just for you. You should be honoured therefore.” Remember, a few weeks had passed between her resolving to take me as her captive and the actual event occurring. Time enough for some preparations on her part.

“Now don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours, it’ll be visiting your pussy all in good time, but for now let’s see if your mouth can ‘take cock,’ shall we? One of the reasons why I was so reluctant to gag you earlier.” With that Madeline pushed herself forwards on my body, and literally forced her silicon monstrosity into my orifice.

With absolutely no subtlety at all, she basically rammed it in, forcing me to almost gag. In and out she pistoned it, causing me to drool almost uncontrollably, as I really struggled to breathe. “Take it, slut,” Madeline hissed as she continued her cycles, and the tears started to stream down my face, tears of pain partially, but like her son earlier they were mostly as a result of total humiliation. I was on the verge of passing out, which thankfully my captor had noted, so she, reluctantly it must be said, brought this activity of hers to a welcome standstill.

Madeline might well have withdrawn her strap-on, but she allowed my lips very little respite, as she leaned forwards and met them with her own. Initiating a kiss that far more intense than I’d believed possible, one at such a level of passion that I’d never been subjected to before.

Finally, when she bought that kiss to a close, and for a while I began to fear that she never would, she looked me straight into my tear-filled eyes and asked, “enjoying yourself, slut? That’s been a good start, but that’s ALL it’s been. It’ll be time for the main event soon, where I’m going to ride your pussy with my cock, but I thought I’d remind you first, that it’s YOU in MY hands here, not me in yours!” As if I could ever forget?

And now it was time. Again, Madeline employed no grace at all, showing me no mercy whatsoever, as she plunged her strap-on into my pussy at full speed, almost delighting in the wild “aaaaggghhhh” of pain that I loudly emitted. Even then, with that dirty and evil smile back on her face, she allowed me no period of rest, going straight into a vigorous cycle where she pumped me utterly mercilessly. Then that little attachment of her strap-on, that rubbed directly on her clitoris did its job, and my captor screamed, not in pain as I had done earlier, but in pure joy, as ecstasy fully claimed her!

Now, I believed that at least I’d gain some relief, as it would take some time for her to recover. But, of course, I hadn’t taken one important point into consideration, my adversary wasn’t male, but another woman. Meaning her cock was, totally, artificial and therefore wouldn’t go limp, as a normal males would have done after an ejaculation. It was made of silicon, remaining rock hard even after its bearer had cum. And, by the way, Madeline’s pumping of me was so rough in nature, that I’d failed to cum myself.

So, it was a very short period of time before my captor had come down from her high, and she was fully able to resume her treatment of me. Although she bought herself to another climax very quickly, again she was able to restart her actions swiftly.

Therefore, she was able to basically keep me constantly ‘at it,’ with virtually no rest whatsoever. And after thirty minutes or so, she’d reduced me to a gibbering wreak, drooling uncontrollably, shaking uselessly against my bonds, and crying my eyes out. In fact, she’d started to shag me once more, when she heard the front door to her home opening, and at last I gained some respite, for Madeline finally ceased.

[Caesar73]

Wonderfull Part @LunaDog ! Waiting for more!

[LunaDog]

It was her son, Ryan, and Madeline climbed off both my shattered body and her bed, in order to greet him. Leaving her bedroom door fully open, so even within the condition she’d reduced me into, I was nevertheless able to fully hear their conversation.

Now, I very much doubted that Ryan had ever seen his mother just dressed in stockings and suspenders before, and I knew for a fact that he’d never seen her wearing a strap-on before, because as she’d stated herself, she’d bought specifically to use upon the hapless me. I’d imagine his face must have looked quite a picture, as he stammered, “mum? What hell is going on, why are you dressed like that?”

“Welcome home, son. Well, you see you’ve caught me in the middle of ‘entertaining’ a rather special ‘guest,’ one who you were recently acquainted with yourself. Come and take a gander, I think you’ll enjoy just who I have tied to my bed.”

Now, although my body was almost shaking with relief at the fact that Madeline had ceased tormenting me, the thought of Ryan seeing me imprisoned to his mother’s bed simply filled me with dread. Not least because of the state that Madeline had reduced me to. I was covered in sweat, my hair was completely matted, in short, I looked a real mess!

Ryan strode into his mother’s room with a nonchalant look upon his face, but his eyes widened with sheer delight at the sight of me, tied to her bed. “Well, well, how the mighty have fallen, eh? Good evening, Gillian, I can see exactly from the state of you just what mum means by her claiming to been entertaining you. Looks like you’ve been fully enjoying her attentions, I’m sorry that I disturbed her, you’re looking so well.” God, THAT, hurt!

Madeline came back into the room herself, “I was thinking of continuing here myself, but seeing as now you’re here, if you’d like to take over, well, she’s,” pointing at the completely shattered me, “not going anywhere fast. So, do you fancy a bit of her?” Noticed how she talked about me as if I wasn’t even there, or how my opinion didn’t matter at all, which I guess with me being her complete captive, it didn’t.

“Yes please, mum! I fancy a bit of her right now!”

“Well, you’d better go off to your own bedroom and get undressed then son. And then come back here and help yourself to some fun at her expense.” Ryan left to do precisely that.

Roughly two minutes later a naked Ryan re-entered the room, and I’ll be totally honest I’d completely forgotten just how well-endowed he was, very relevant now as I’d was clearly going to be sampling his impressive cock for myself, having absolutely no choice in the matter.

Madeline proceeded to leave the room herself. “Well, enjoy yourself, Ryan, keep her at it for as long as you wish. After all,” as his mother prepared to leave the room, leaving her head poking around, announcing before she closed the door,

“SHE’S ALL YOURS!”