That Was Then, This Is Now - Old Friends (M/F)
Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2025 3:10 pm
“Greta? Good lord is that really you?”
“I’m afraid so Beth – it has been a long time.” The woman who had just walked into the café was wearing a black leather jacket over a white top with a black Rorschach pattern on the material, blue jeans and black biker boots. Her hair was dyed chestnut brown, and the glasses made her blue eyes shine.
“I know – but it wasn’t me who moved to America was it?”
“No, I guess not,” Beth laughed, the slight East Coast tinge in her voice. Her white hair was cut in a bob, and she was wearing a round necked black leather dress over a purple round necked top, the over the knee black leather boots covering her legs. “But – well, now Vince has left me, I wanted to come home and revisit old haunts, look up old friends – and you were first on ym list.”
“Some things never change… Sit down, what did you want to drink?”
“Camomile tea please.”
As the waitress walked off, Greta said “so, what would you like to do?”
“Spend the day with you – why?”
“Well, after this, we’ll head back to my place, and we can talk while I bake…”
As Greta pulled up outside the cottage, Beth looked at the ivy-covered walls and said “well, if nothing else, you got that out of the divorce.”
“Oh, I got a heck of a lot more,” Greta said with a smile as she turned off the ignition on the Mercedes, the two of them stepping out and walking to the front door. “Are you sure you’re all right seeing me get this baking out of the way.”
“Hey, we’re spending time together, aren’t we? Besides, dinner later sounds good,” Beth said as she watched her old friend unlock the front door and walk into the hallway. “Very you, I think.”
“Well, let’s go through to the kitchen, I’ll take my jacket off, and we can talk,” Greta said as she walked to the rear of the house, Beth following – and then they both stopped as Greta noticed the door to the rear of the house was swinging open.
“What on earth…”
“Greta?”
As she turned, she saw Beth standing there, a frightened expression on her face – and saw the man standing behind her, a bandana tied over the lower half of his face, as he called out “Hey – we’ve got company.”
A second man appeared in the hallway and looked at Greta before he said “well we need to make sure they can’t stop us. Both of you, hands in the air, and walk slowly into the front room.”
“What should we?”
“Greta, he’s got a gun against my back…”
Greta looked at the masked man as Beth slowly raised her arms, and then did the same as she walked forward, seeing the gun in the second man’s gloved hand as she walked past him and into the front room.
“Close the curtains.”
Greta walked over and pulled the curtains across the windows, before she said, “now what?”
“Both of you, on your knees, and put your hands on top of your heads.”
“What do you think they want,” Beth said quietly as she knelt in front of her old friend.
“My jewellery, probably,” Greta replied as she glanced to the side, watching as one of the men took long lengths of rope out of a bag and laid them along the couch. She looked up and said “look, we can’t stop you, and we won’t try – just take what you want and go.”
“Oh, we will, but we also have to keep you distracted,” one of the men said as he put his gun down, took one of the ropes and doubled it over, then said “put your hands behind your back.”
Beth watched as Greta slowly moved her hands behind her back, and saw the expression on her face as the rope was passed round her arms and body, pulled tight under her chest and then again above as it was used to form two bands – bands that forced her jacket open, and forced her chest up and out as she looked at Beth.
“This is tight,” she whispered as she felt the bands tighten behind her and then felt the rope on her wrists as they were bound tightly together. She then realized the second man was doing the same thing to her, the squeaking sound coming from the leather of her dress as the ropes rubbed against it.
As she felt her wrists being secured, she said “how long has it been?”
“How long since… Oh…
“OH! Fifty years or so?”
Beth nodded as she said, “it must be – how are you feeling?”
“Scared, but also…” She then watched as the masked man fed the rope under the bands holding Beth’s arms against her chest, pulling it tight between her breasts, and then fed the rope down and between her legs. She saw Beth close her eyes and moan softly as the skirt of her dress was hiked up – and then realized she was also getting that rope between her legs, rubbing on her jeans against her crotch as the rope was secured to her wrists as well.
“Oh god – now I really remember…”
“Looking hot G?”
“So do you B,” Greta said as he looked at her friend, the silver minidress hugging her body as her long brown hair fell over the shoulder straps, the deep neckline showing just enough of her chest. A leather belt was fastened tightly round her waist, a matching choker round her neck, and her dark tight covered legs were in a matching pair of silver high heeled boots.
Beth was wearing a cheesecloth elbow sleeved top with a brown suede mini skirt buttoned up the front, and knee length black leather boots, a choker round her neck as well, her own long brown hair hanging loose. It was the evening of a friend’s eighteenth birthday party, and both girls were dressed to impress in the front room of Beth’s house.
“So, ready to rock to the beat and – what the hell?”
Both girls turned and looked at the tall man who had entered the room, a black balaclava mask over his head and leather gloves on his hand – one hand holding a large knife, the other a bag as he stared at the tow girls. He then said in a menacing voice “don’t say a fucking word girls – just look at each other and put your arms round each other.”
Both girls were struck dumb as they stood face to face and put their arms round each other. The man put the bag down and opened it, taking out two sets of handcuffs which he used to secure their wrists in the small of the other’s back.
Greta pulled on the manacles, the chain rattling, as a long rope was passed round both of them and pulled them together at their waists. They looked into each other’s eyes as the rope was wound around them again and again, forcing them so tightly together that their breasts were rubbing against each other.
“Well, this is different,” Beth said quietly as she looked at Greta.
“You’re not terrified?”
“Oh, I am – but look, the way he’s got us, is there anything we can do about this?”
Greta tried to move her wrists, her breasts rubbing against Beth, and said “I guess not. How do you think we get out of this?”
“I’m not sure we do,” Beth said as the man tied the rope off, and said “get on your knees, both of you.”
They slowly knelt down and looked into each other’s eyes as the man knelt behind each of them, wrapping rope round their ankles and securing them together with the cords going around and between their limbs.
“so what are we going to do to pass the time,” Greta said – and then she was forced by the man pulling her hair to open her mouth, as he pushed a red ball into her mouth and then fastened the thin leather straps tightly round her head. Whet Beth, noticed, however, was the second red ball which was linked to the first by a small chain – a ball which was then pushed into her mouth as she felt the leather straps pressing in on her cheeks.
She looked at Greta, the thin line of drool running down her cheek, as she said “whlllwhthhphnnsnh?”
“Hdhntntylnh,” Greta said quietly as she watched the man walk out of the room, “whnndhihrrphrntsghthm?”
“Lht,” Beth said as she twisted round, her chest rubbing on Greta’s, but she failed to notice her old friend close her eyes., or hear the soft moan…
“Greta?”
“Hmmm – oh, yeah, I remember,” Greta said as she looked at Beth, seeing the way the leather was stretched over her chest, framing her breasts as she smiled. “At least this time we’re not that close to each other.”
“Would you like to be?”
Greta looked at Beth, blushing as she said “that was fifty years ago…”
“I know,” Beth said as the tow intruders made them lie face down on the floor, both women turning their heads to look at each other as ropes were bound tightly round their ankles, as well as their legs below their knees.
“Make it easier on yourself,” the one next to Greta said as he pulled his ankles back, “where are your valuables?”
“Bedroom safe,” Greta grunted as he tied her ankles to the ropes round her chest, “the combination is…”
“Open your mouth.”
Beth turned her head to look at the man who had just hogtied her, and allowed him to push the compressed sponge ball into her mouth, closing her lips over it before he peeled the backing paper from a length of white micropore tape and pressed it firmly down over her lips and chin.
Greta looked over, seeing the shape of her old friend’s lips under the tape, as her binder removed her glasses and then pushed a compressed red sponge ball into her mouth, before pressing a second strip of white tape down over her mouth as well. The two men left them there on the floor, looking at each other as Greta tried to move her hands – and then moaned into her gag as the ropes rubbed on her.
“Chldlbhwhrss?”
“Hw?”
“Clhdbhmh,” Beth said as she tried to move her legs, feeling the dampness between her legs as she closed her eyes and moaned as well.
“Hwhshshwhs?”
“Hmm?”
“Hwshshthwhslhkuh,” Greta said quietly as she moved the rope between her legs as well, feeling the dampness and the heat - and then hearing the squeak of leather. Opening her eyes, she saw Beth pushing herself over, moaning as the ropes rubbed on her, and then she felt the tape covered lips pressed over her own. She closed her eyes and returned the kiss, feeling the ropes moving on her as well.
“Wsnhhh?”
Greta opened her eyes, Beth seeing the smile under the tape, as she said “hsshthsarht?”
“Whnnht?”
“Bhtwhrhldhr…”
Beth kissed her again and then rubbed her taped mouth on Greta’s chest, her friend moaning as she did so and feeling the fire burning inside her, before Beth looked up and said “jhssskhfffhghrhtthhh?”
“Hyhhsss,” she said as she kissed her old friend again, the two women wriggling as the crotch ropes brought them closer and closer…
“I’m afraid so Beth – it has been a long time.” The woman who had just walked into the café was wearing a black leather jacket over a white top with a black Rorschach pattern on the material, blue jeans and black biker boots. Her hair was dyed chestnut brown, and the glasses made her blue eyes shine.
“I know – but it wasn’t me who moved to America was it?”
“No, I guess not,” Beth laughed, the slight East Coast tinge in her voice. Her white hair was cut in a bob, and she was wearing a round necked black leather dress over a purple round necked top, the over the knee black leather boots covering her legs. “But – well, now Vince has left me, I wanted to come home and revisit old haunts, look up old friends – and you were first on ym list.”
“Some things never change… Sit down, what did you want to drink?”
“Camomile tea please.”
As the waitress walked off, Greta said “so, what would you like to do?”
“Spend the day with you – why?”
“Well, after this, we’ll head back to my place, and we can talk while I bake…”
As Greta pulled up outside the cottage, Beth looked at the ivy-covered walls and said “well, if nothing else, you got that out of the divorce.”
“Oh, I got a heck of a lot more,” Greta said with a smile as she turned off the ignition on the Mercedes, the two of them stepping out and walking to the front door. “Are you sure you’re all right seeing me get this baking out of the way.”
“Hey, we’re spending time together, aren’t we? Besides, dinner later sounds good,” Beth said as she watched her old friend unlock the front door and walk into the hallway. “Very you, I think.”
“Well, let’s go through to the kitchen, I’ll take my jacket off, and we can talk,” Greta said as she walked to the rear of the house, Beth following – and then they both stopped as Greta noticed the door to the rear of the house was swinging open.
“What on earth…”
“Greta?”
As she turned, she saw Beth standing there, a frightened expression on her face – and saw the man standing behind her, a bandana tied over the lower half of his face, as he called out “Hey – we’ve got company.”
A second man appeared in the hallway and looked at Greta before he said “well we need to make sure they can’t stop us. Both of you, hands in the air, and walk slowly into the front room.”
“What should we?”
“Greta, he’s got a gun against my back…”
Greta looked at the masked man as Beth slowly raised her arms, and then did the same as she walked forward, seeing the gun in the second man’s gloved hand as she walked past him and into the front room.
“Close the curtains.”
Greta walked over and pulled the curtains across the windows, before she said, “now what?”
“Both of you, on your knees, and put your hands on top of your heads.”
“What do you think they want,” Beth said quietly as she knelt in front of her old friend.
“My jewellery, probably,” Greta replied as she glanced to the side, watching as one of the men took long lengths of rope out of a bag and laid them along the couch. She looked up and said “look, we can’t stop you, and we won’t try – just take what you want and go.”
“Oh, we will, but we also have to keep you distracted,” one of the men said as he put his gun down, took one of the ropes and doubled it over, then said “put your hands behind your back.”
Beth watched as Greta slowly moved her hands behind her back, and saw the expression on her face as the rope was passed round her arms and body, pulled tight under her chest and then again above as it was used to form two bands – bands that forced her jacket open, and forced her chest up and out as she looked at Beth.
“This is tight,” she whispered as she felt the bands tighten behind her and then felt the rope on her wrists as they were bound tightly together. She then realized the second man was doing the same thing to her, the squeaking sound coming from the leather of her dress as the ropes rubbed against it.
As she felt her wrists being secured, she said “how long has it been?”
“How long since… Oh…
“OH! Fifty years or so?”
Beth nodded as she said, “it must be – how are you feeling?”
“Scared, but also…” She then watched as the masked man fed the rope under the bands holding Beth’s arms against her chest, pulling it tight between her breasts, and then fed the rope down and between her legs. She saw Beth close her eyes and moan softly as the skirt of her dress was hiked up – and then realized she was also getting that rope between her legs, rubbing on her jeans against her crotch as the rope was secured to her wrists as well.
“Oh god – now I really remember…”
“Looking hot G?”
“So do you B,” Greta said as he looked at her friend, the silver minidress hugging her body as her long brown hair fell over the shoulder straps, the deep neckline showing just enough of her chest. A leather belt was fastened tightly round her waist, a matching choker round her neck, and her dark tight covered legs were in a matching pair of silver high heeled boots.
Beth was wearing a cheesecloth elbow sleeved top with a brown suede mini skirt buttoned up the front, and knee length black leather boots, a choker round her neck as well, her own long brown hair hanging loose. It was the evening of a friend’s eighteenth birthday party, and both girls were dressed to impress in the front room of Beth’s house.
“So, ready to rock to the beat and – what the hell?”
Both girls turned and looked at the tall man who had entered the room, a black balaclava mask over his head and leather gloves on his hand – one hand holding a large knife, the other a bag as he stared at the tow girls. He then said in a menacing voice “don’t say a fucking word girls – just look at each other and put your arms round each other.”
Both girls were struck dumb as they stood face to face and put their arms round each other. The man put the bag down and opened it, taking out two sets of handcuffs which he used to secure their wrists in the small of the other’s back.
Greta pulled on the manacles, the chain rattling, as a long rope was passed round both of them and pulled them together at their waists. They looked into each other’s eyes as the rope was wound around them again and again, forcing them so tightly together that their breasts were rubbing against each other.
“Well, this is different,” Beth said quietly as she looked at Greta.
“You’re not terrified?”
“Oh, I am – but look, the way he’s got us, is there anything we can do about this?”
Greta tried to move her wrists, her breasts rubbing against Beth, and said “I guess not. How do you think we get out of this?”
“I’m not sure we do,” Beth said as the man tied the rope off, and said “get on your knees, both of you.”
They slowly knelt down and looked into each other’s eyes as the man knelt behind each of them, wrapping rope round their ankles and securing them together with the cords going around and between their limbs.
“so what are we going to do to pass the time,” Greta said – and then she was forced by the man pulling her hair to open her mouth, as he pushed a red ball into her mouth and then fastened the thin leather straps tightly round her head. Whet Beth, noticed, however, was the second red ball which was linked to the first by a small chain – a ball which was then pushed into her mouth as she felt the leather straps pressing in on her cheeks.
She looked at Greta, the thin line of drool running down her cheek, as she said “whlllwhthhphnnsnh?”
“Hdhntntylnh,” Greta said quietly as she watched the man walk out of the room, “whnndhihrrphrntsghthm?”
“Lht,” Beth said as she twisted round, her chest rubbing on Greta’s, but she failed to notice her old friend close her eyes., or hear the soft moan…
“Greta?”
“Hmmm – oh, yeah, I remember,” Greta said as she looked at Beth, seeing the way the leather was stretched over her chest, framing her breasts as she smiled. “At least this time we’re not that close to each other.”
“Would you like to be?”
Greta looked at Beth, blushing as she said “that was fifty years ago…”
“I know,” Beth said as the tow intruders made them lie face down on the floor, both women turning their heads to look at each other as ropes were bound tightly round their ankles, as well as their legs below their knees.
“Make it easier on yourself,” the one next to Greta said as he pulled his ankles back, “where are your valuables?”
“Bedroom safe,” Greta grunted as he tied her ankles to the ropes round her chest, “the combination is…”
“Open your mouth.”
Beth turned her head to look at the man who had just hogtied her, and allowed him to push the compressed sponge ball into her mouth, closing her lips over it before he peeled the backing paper from a length of white micropore tape and pressed it firmly down over her lips and chin.
Greta looked over, seeing the shape of her old friend’s lips under the tape, as her binder removed her glasses and then pushed a compressed red sponge ball into her mouth, before pressing a second strip of white tape down over her mouth as well. The two men left them there on the floor, looking at each other as Greta tried to move her hands – and then moaned into her gag as the ropes rubbed on her.
“Chldlbhwhrss?”
“Hw?”
“Clhdbhmh,” Beth said as she tried to move her legs, feeling the dampness between her legs as she closed her eyes and moaned as well.
“Hwhshshwhs?”
“Hmm?”
“Hwshshthwhslhkuh,” Greta said quietly as she moved the rope between her legs as well, feeling the dampness and the heat - and then hearing the squeak of leather. Opening her eyes, she saw Beth pushing herself over, moaning as the ropes rubbed on her, and then she felt the tape covered lips pressed over her own. She closed her eyes and returned the kiss, feeling the ropes moving on her as well.
“Wsnhhh?”
Greta opened her eyes, Beth seeing the smile under the tape, as she said “hsshthsarht?”
“Whnnht?”
“Bhtwhrhldhr…”
Beth kissed her again and then rubbed her taped mouth on Greta’s chest, her friend moaning as she did so and feeling the fire burning inside her, before Beth looked up and said “jhssskhfffhghrhtthhh?”
“Hyhhsss,” she said as she kissed her old friend again, the two women wriggling as the crotch ropes brought them closer and closer…