One Night in Fenham (MF/F)
Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2026 7:29 pm
Four houses situated in the Fenham area of the West End of Newcastle on a winter’s night – and in each house, a different tale unfolds. For example, in a house off Wingrove Road, a mother and daughter had special guests…
“I have to say, you do make an exceptional cup of tea, for a masked robber.”
“You are too kind, Annabelle,” the balaclava masked man said as the grey-haired woman looked across at him. She was seated on an ornate armchair, wearing a mustard-coloured woollen dress which came down over her knees, the top of her patent leather and stiletto heeled boots just visible as she sat with her legs crossed, the cup of tea in her hand.
The man himself was wearing a black leather jacket over a roll neck sweater, pants, shoes, leather gloves - and the aforementioned balaclava mask which only allowed Annabelle ot see his blue eyes and thin lips. “I regret the fact that we had to interrupt your visit to your daughter, but I also wish to thank you for your cooperation.”
“Well, it is a rare occasion I suspect when an armed and masked intruder allows their captive to finish their tea,” Annabelle said as she took another sip. “But I suspect you and your partner are unique in that aspect.”
“Well, believe it or not, there are others – but we find that living by the maxim of manners maketh man works for our purposes and for your comfort. On which note I regret to say I must start to take some necessary steps.”
“Of course,” Annabelle said as she watched him walk over to her with two lengths of thin white cord in his gloved hands. She uncrossed her legs and put her ankles together, watching as he knelt down and placed the cords on the floor, picked one up and doubled it over, and then started to secure her ankles tightly together, the rope squeaking on the leather a sit was pulled tighter with each pass.
As he took the rope between her legs, and tied the ends off, he then said “forgive me for a moment” as he folded back the hem of the skirt of her dress, and then started to bind her legs together below her knees with the second length of rope.
“I understand – you have no choice, do you?”
“Regretfully, no,” the masked man said as he took the rope between her legs and pulled it tight, then secured the ends together before he folded back the skirt and then stood up. They both then looked to the door as a second masked man came in, identically dressed but at least a foot taller, with a blonde-haired younger woman. Shew as wearing a grey ribbed woollen dress what came ot just above her knees, and knee length grey leather boots – but her wrists were secured behind her back, and tow bands of rope framed her chest as they held her arms firmly against her sides, and stretched the fabric of her dress over her chest.
“Are you all right, Grandma,” she said as the masked man walked her in and sat her on one end of a long matching couch.
“I am fine, Roberta,” Annabelle said, “Mister Small has been most kind and solicitous to me. How has Mister Tall treated you?”
“As – as well as can be expected,” Ronerta said as Mister Tall put a black velvet sack down and then retrieved from a large black canvas bag more lengths of rope as Mister Small took the teacup from Annabelle. As the taller man knelt down and started to bind the younger woman’s ankles together, he put the cup to the side and then drew another length of rope out, smiling as he said “I regret I must further secure you as well, Annabelle. May I ask you ot kindly put your hands palm down on the armrests?”
“You don’t have a choice, do you Grandma,” Roberta said as the ore was tied off, and she watched Mister Tall begin to secure her legs together below her knees.
“There is always a choice, my dear,” Annabelle said as she felt the rope forcing her arms against her sides, and then her back against the chair as she was pulled back. “Besides, they asked nicely.”
Roberta shook her head as she watched Mister Small secure her grandmother’s wrist to the armrests of the chair with shorter ropes – and then heard Mister Tall say “open your mouth as wide as you can please.” As she did so, she felt the sponge ball on her tongue as it was pushed in, and closed her lips over it, hearing the soft peeling sound before the white tape was pressed firmly down over her mouth.
“If we have ot be quiet,” Annabelle said, “may I request you turn the radio to Classic FM? At least we can listen to something.”
“Hnnhhghrnnmh,” Roberta mumbled as she shook her head, “nthtththt. Rhdhdhthphlss.”
“Very well then – radio “?”
“Of course,” Mister Small said as he took a sponge ball from the bag and compressed it, before saying “thank you again.”
“You are welcome,” Annabelle said as she accepted the ball in her mouth and then felt the white tape tugging on the skin round her mouth while Mister Tall turned the radio on.
“The Gentlemen Robbers bid you ladies adieu,” Mister Tall said as both men made a low bow, “may we never meet again.”
Annabelle and Roberta nodded as the two men left, Roberta now lying on her side with her head on the armrest of the couch, before Annabelle started to struggle…
Meanwhile. In a cottage at the far end of Fenham Hall Drive, another quiet evening was being held in an unexpected manner…
Forty-five-year-old Karen was not happy. She had anticipated she and her daughters would watch a film together in their chairs – and that was going to happen, but the wine stayed in the fridge. Since the accident that had taken the life of her husband, she and her daughters, twenty-two-year-old Sharon and twenty-year-old Tracy, had lived in their home, fending for themselves – but tonight was a different matter.
She looked at Tracy, her long dark brown hair falling over the shoulders of her cream top and down the front. She was also wearing stone coloured training pants and a pair of pink trainers – but the material on her pants was notably lighter under the band of brown rope that held her ankles tightly together, as well as her legs below her knees. Her wrists were crossed and secured together in front of her, resting on her lap, and bands of rope held her upper body against the back of the chair she was sitting in.
The gang had surprised them when they had returned home from the cinema, and they had no time to react – one of them had bound Tracy, and then pressed silver tape down over her mouth to keep her quiet, while a second man had taken Sharon to show him where they kept their jewellery – and the third man was standing behind her, forcing her to lean forward and put her hands behind her back. She felt the thin cord rubbing on her wrists as they were secured tightly together, yelling it was too tight – but there was no response as she felt the hands on her shoulders and pulling her back, before he used ropes ot secure her to the chairback.
She looked down as he did this – the brown bands of rope clearly visible on her black and white patterned top. She was also wearing a pair of black crushed velvet pants and black shoes – and as the ropes pulled her further back, she said “you know you won’t get away with this.”
“Oh, we will,” the man said before he walked round and knelt down, forcing Karen’s ankles tightly together. He was casually dressed, but had a black eye mask on, and as he pulled the ropes tighter around and between her legs she looked over at Tracy.
“Whtsghnngthhpphnmhm,” she mumbled through the tape as the man passed another length of rope round Karen’s legs and forced them together below her knees.
“Hopefully, someone can raise the alarm,” Karen said as she twisted herself round, but it was useless – the ropes were too tight, and then she saw the other intruder returning with Sharon. The blonde was wearing a hooded purple tracksuit and black ankle boots – but the hood of her top was over her head, and a band of silver tape was wrapped around her head as a gag. She looked over, wide eyed as she twisted her arms and body – but the ropes holding her wrists together against her sides and her wrists together behind her back held firm as she was wheeled into the room.
“It seems like overkill, securing the legs of these three,” the man said as he stood up in front of Karen.
“Yeah, well – better safe than sorry,” his partner said as he watched the silver tape been torn from the roll and pressed down over Karen’s mouth. The three women looked at each other in their wheelchairs as the men made their way put – before one of them came back and put Tracy’s mobile phone on her lap.
“Wait one hour, then you can try and call for help,” he said as the three women looked at each other…
On Two Bell Lonnen, the man watched the elderly couple as they left Morrisons, and followed them home…
As she fetched the keys out of her red handbag, Mavis stood in front of Dorothy and said “We’ll eat early tonight right.
“Right?”
She turned to see Dorothy looking straight at her, and behind her a tall, dark-haired man wearing a pair of sunglasses. He smiled as he said, “I have a gun pressed against your partner’s back.” Dorothy slowly nodded as he continued “unlock the door and walk in as you always would, and the stand with your hands on your head.”
Mavis looked at Dorothy – she was a foot smaller, with tightly permed white hair, while she herself had long grey hair pulled back in a ponytail. Nodding, she opened the door and walked in, followed by Dorothy and the man as he closed the door behind himself, and said “both of you, place your handbags on the floor, and then stand facing the wall with your hands in the air.”
As the women complied, he looked at them – they were identically dressed, with long red leather coats fastened and tightly belted, black leggings and knee length red leather boots. Even their handbags were an identical red leather design, as he picked them up and put them to one side.
“Do you have your mobile phones in them?”
“We do,” Dorothy said quietly as switched off the internet server box and said “good - walk in front of me into the front room.”
“Do as he says,” Mavis whispered, Dorothy nodding as they turned and walked in, their hands raised as the man went to the windows and drew the curtains closed, then turned on a standard lamp. He was middle aged, and wearing a suit, shirt and tie, but they also saw the leather gloves on his hands as he pointed the gun at them.
“All right,” he said quietly, “I have to tie you both up and gag you before I rob you.” He held up a large roll of black duct tape, and said “turn and face each other, and then put your arms round each other.”
The two women looked at each other, too scared to do anything but comply as they hugged each other, the man walking behind Dorothy before he pulled Mavis’ wrists together and started ot wrap tape round them.
“I guess dinner is going to have to wait,” Dorothy said as she looked up into Mavis’ eyes.
“I guess so,” the taller woman said as the man walked behind her, and she felt the hug from Dorothy tighten as the other woman’s wrists were secured tightly together behind her back.
“Right – kneel down.”
The two older women slowly knelt down before the man wound the tape tightly round their upper bodies, forcing them together as Dorothy said “Well, this is different.”
“Isn’t it just,” Mavis said as she felt the man put her ankles together, and then the ripping sound as she realized he was taping her ankles tightly together, the squeaking from her boots adding to the sound of the two women trying to move against each other.
She looked over Dorothy’s shoulder as the man knelt there and taped her ankles together, and the wound the tape round the upper legs of both women so they were held more closely together.
He then stood up and tore the end of the roll free, before he stuck it to Mavis’ cheek and wrapped the tape tightly round her head, silencing her as she felt the tape pressing her cheeks in, and then heard the ripping sound as the tape was torn free. She watched as he gagged Dorothy in the same way, their eyes meeting as he then walked out of the room.
“Swwhdhwhsdhknh?”
Mavis looked at Dorothy before she pressed her taped lips on the smaller woman’s head and then felt the movement on her chest as Dorothy nuzzled her chest. The two women started ot move together, the leather squeaking more and more loudly as they then looked at each other and kissed…
When the man looked back in, the couple were distracting each other twisting round in the red and black before he turned the light off and left them…
Finally, in a house on Cotehill Road, the lady of the house was showing someone round…
Zara opened the bedroom door and walked in, saying “all right, you said to bring you here – now what?” She had long blonde hair and was wearing a white vest top with a deep neckline, a leopard print mini skirt, dark tights and knee length black leather boots.
“Very nice,” the man said as he put the leather valise down on the bed, “and I will look round – in a little while. Before that, you need to be kept secure.”
Zara swallowed as she said “how?” She then saw him open the bag and take out several coils of red rope, laying them on the bed before he said, “turn round, and put your hands behind your back, palm to palm.”
“I should have seen this coming,” she whispered to herself, but the gun he had shown her meant she had realized there was no way to not do as he said, so she complied - and then let out a soft gasp as one of the lengths of rope were used ot forced her elbows together behind her back. She saw the way her chest was forced out, before she felt the rope round her wrists as well – soft, silky, but also tight as it went around and between her slim limbs.
She then saw the band going round her, below her chest, and felt her arms being pressed against her back as the rope were taken round her again and again, forming two bands that pressed down on her chest as her breasts were forced up an out, the bands rubbing on the bare flesh of her arms as well as she found herself totally secured.
“What are you going to do to me,” she whispered before the ropes were tied off, and he walked in front of her, another length of the soft red rope doubled over. He smiled as he passed the rope under the bands framing her chest, between her breasts, and then fed it back up and took the ends through the centre loop – before he pulled sharply down, Zara gasping as the bands tightened round the base of her chest, and then walked behind her - pulling the rope back and up as she felt her skirt been hiked up, and the soft rope rubbing her between her legs.
“I picked today to go commando,” Zara whispered as she closed her eyes and tried ot ignore what the rope was doing to her there – but as the hands came round and groped her chest, she opened her eyes wide and twisted round, trying to get out of the grasp – which made the ropes rub between her legs as she felt a strange burning sensation there...
She also started to feel faint as the man continued to grope her, forcing her to her knees as he knelt behind her, squeezing and pinching her nipples – before she felt him move her vest up and the gloved fingers pinching her nipples. She moaned softly at that, unsure of why it was proving so arousing – but as she twisted round, her fingers stroked over his crotch, and she realized she was not the only one who was being turned on by this.
“oh my god,” she whispered as she closed her eyes and her fingers stroked over the bump she could feel – and then her eyes opened wide as the small metal clamps were fixed onto the erect nipples, and she looked down to see the small chain linking them.
The man then walked round and stood in front of Zara as she felt the fire growing inside her, the pain on her chest making her feel somehow even more aroused as he slowly pulled open his pants, and she saw the large organ come out.
“You know what to do,” he said, “and do it right, or you will suffer the consequences.”
Zara looked at him and nodded as she kissed the cock, tasting the saltiness as she moved up and down and shuffled over. That action only fuelled the fire between her legs, as she groaned softly and then put her lips over the tip, licking it with her tongue before she pulled her head back, her lips making a sift popping sound as she looked up.
“Go on.”
Slowly, she put her lips over his member and drew it into her ,mouth, feeling the throbbing and how it was engorging as she played on it with her lips and tongue, his hands on her head a ssh slowly bobbed her head ot and for. The actions made him even more aroused – and as the ropes got damp between her legs, she could feel the fire starting to burn inside her as well as she took the cock further in, sucking gently as she ran her tongue over it.
This was wrong – she knew this was wrong – but something was driving her on as she twisted her own body, the ropes rubbing on her bare breasts as the chain rattled. She could feel the fire burning brighter and brighter as the penis swelled in her mouth, pressing her tongue down as it did so, filling the space as the tip touched the back of her throat and she felt the jerk.
Swallowing the precum, Zara continued ot kiss and suck, harder and harder as she heard his moans, felt the fire threatening to engulf her from inside as she felt the pressure on her tongue, the throbbing intensifying as she continued ot play with him.
“That’s good - keep going…”
The throbbing had become a pulsing as she felt her own orgasm building, but she continued ot work on him – if she was being forced ot do this, then she was going to get as much excitement from the session as she could…
It happened at the same time – as her body shook and she felt the waves engulf her, she sucked even harder and heard his groan as he came in her mouth, the hot salty flow hitting the back of her throat as she was forced to swallow as quickly, as much as she could. It seemed to last an eternity as she swallowed again and again, before he eventually let go of her head and she moved her head back, her lips popping as she gasped and felt a small dribble from the side of her mouth.
The man knelt in front of her before he opened a drawer in the bedside bureau and took out a pair of her panties, wiping the white cum from her lips and chin before he gently pushed them into her mouth, and then grabbed a dressing gown belt – a red silk one which he used as a cleave gag, before making Zara lie on her side on the floor and hogtying her. She could only look through misty eyes as he started ot search through her drawers – and then she pulled on the rope attached ot the one between her legs to distract herself….
One night in Fenham – who knows what else may go on behind closed doors…
“I have to say, you do make an exceptional cup of tea, for a masked robber.”
“You are too kind, Annabelle,” the balaclava masked man said as the grey-haired woman looked across at him. She was seated on an ornate armchair, wearing a mustard-coloured woollen dress which came down over her knees, the top of her patent leather and stiletto heeled boots just visible as she sat with her legs crossed, the cup of tea in her hand.
The man himself was wearing a black leather jacket over a roll neck sweater, pants, shoes, leather gloves - and the aforementioned balaclava mask which only allowed Annabelle ot see his blue eyes and thin lips. “I regret the fact that we had to interrupt your visit to your daughter, but I also wish to thank you for your cooperation.”
“Well, it is a rare occasion I suspect when an armed and masked intruder allows their captive to finish their tea,” Annabelle said as she took another sip. “But I suspect you and your partner are unique in that aspect.”
“Well, believe it or not, there are others – but we find that living by the maxim of manners maketh man works for our purposes and for your comfort. On which note I regret to say I must start to take some necessary steps.”
“Of course,” Annabelle said as she watched him walk over to her with two lengths of thin white cord in his gloved hands. She uncrossed her legs and put her ankles together, watching as he knelt down and placed the cords on the floor, picked one up and doubled it over, and then started to secure her ankles tightly together, the rope squeaking on the leather a sit was pulled tighter with each pass.
As he took the rope between her legs, and tied the ends off, he then said “forgive me for a moment” as he folded back the hem of the skirt of her dress, and then started to bind her legs together below her knees with the second length of rope.
“I understand – you have no choice, do you?”
“Regretfully, no,” the masked man said as he took the rope between her legs and pulled it tight, then secured the ends together before he folded back the skirt and then stood up. They both then looked to the door as a second masked man came in, identically dressed but at least a foot taller, with a blonde-haired younger woman. Shew as wearing a grey ribbed woollen dress what came ot just above her knees, and knee length grey leather boots – but her wrists were secured behind her back, and tow bands of rope framed her chest as they held her arms firmly against her sides, and stretched the fabric of her dress over her chest.
“Are you all right, Grandma,” she said as the masked man walked her in and sat her on one end of a long matching couch.
“I am fine, Roberta,” Annabelle said, “Mister Small has been most kind and solicitous to me. How has Mister Tall treated you?”
“As – as well as can be expected,” Ronerta said as Mister Tall put a black velvet sack down and then retrieved from a large black canvas bag more lengths of rope as Mister Small took the teacup from Annabelle. As the taller man knelt down and started to bind the younger woman’s ankles together, he put the cup to the side and then drew another length of rope out, smiling as he said “I regret I must further secure you as well, Annabelle. May I ask you ot kindly put your hands palm down on the armrests?”
“You don’t have a choice, do you Grandma,” Roberta said as the ore was tied off, and she watched Mister Tall begin to secure her legs together below her knees.
“There is always a choice, my dear,” Annabelle said as she felt the rope forcing her arms against her sides, and then her back against the chair as she was pulled back. “Besides, they asked nicely.”
Roberta shook her head as she watched Mister Small secure her grandmother’s wrist to the armrests of the chair with shorter ropes – and then heard Mister Tall say “open your mouth as wide as you can please.” As she did so, she felt the sponge ball on her tongue as it was pushed in, and closed her lips over it, hearing the soft peeling sound before the white tape was pressed firmly down over her mouth.
“If we have ot be quiet,” Annabelle said, “may I request you turn the radio to Classic FM? At least we can listen to something.”
“Hnnhhghrnnmh,” Roberta mumbled as she shook her head, “nthtththt. Rhdhdhthphlss.”
“Very well then – radio “?”
“Of course,” Mister Small said as he took a sponge ball from the bag and compressed it, before saying “thank you again.”
“You are welcome,” Annabelle said as she accepted the ball in her mouth and then felt the white tape tugging on the skin round her mouth while Mister Tall turned the radio on.
“The Gentlemen Robbers bid you ladies adieu,” Mister Tall said as both men made a low bow, “may we never meet again.”
Annabelle and Roberta nodded as the two men left, Roberta now lying on her side with her head on the armrest of the couch, before Annabelle started to struggle…
Meanwhile. In a cottage at the far end of Fenham Hall Drive, another quiet evening was being held in an unexpected manner…
Forty-five-year-old Karen was not happy. She had anticipated she and her daughters would watch a film together in their chairs – and that was going to happen, but the wine stayed in the fridge. Since the accident that had taken the life of her husband, she and her daughters, twenty-two-year-old Sharon and twenty-year-old Tracy, had lived in their home, fending for themselves – but tonight was a different matter.
She looked at Tracy, her long dark brown hair falling over the shoulders of her cream top and down the front. She was also wearing stone coloured training pants and a pair of pink trainers – but the material on her pants was notably lighter under the band of brown rope that held her ankles tightly together, as well as her legs below her knees. Her wrists were crossed and secured together in front of her, resting on her lap, and bands of rope held her upper body against the back of the chair she was sitting in.
The gang had surprised them when they had returned home from the cinema, and they had no time to react – one of them had bound Tracy, and then pressed silver tape down over her mouth to keep her quiet, while a second man had taken Sharon to show him where they kept their jewellery – and the third man was standing behind her, forcing her to lean forward and put her hands behind her back. She felt the thin cord rubbing on her wrists as they were secured tightly together, yelling it was too tight – but there was no response as she felt the hands on her shoulders and pulling her back, before he used ropes ot secure her to the chairback.
She looked down as he did this – the brown bands of rope clearly visible on her black and white patterned top. She was also wearing a pair of black crushed velvet pants and black shoes – and as the ropes pulled her further back, she said “you know you won’t get away with this.”
“Oh, we will,” the man said before he walked round and knelt down, forcing Karen’s ankles tightly together. He was casually dressed, but had a black eye mask on, and as he pulled the ropes tighter around and between her legs she looked over at Tracy.
“Whtsghnngthhpphnmhm,” she mumbled through the tape as the man passed another length of rope round Karen’s legs and forced them together below her knees.
“Hopefully, someone can raise the alarm,” Karen said as she twisted herself round, but it was useless – the ropes were too tight, and then she saw the other intruder returning with Sharon. The blonde was wearing a hooded purple tracksuit and black ankle boots – but the hood of her top was over her head, and a band of silver tape was wrapped around her head as a gag. She looked over, wide eyed as she twisted her arms and body – but the ropes holding her wrists together against her sides and her wrists together behind her back held firm as she was wheeled into the room.
“It seems like overkill, securing the legs of these three,” the man said as he stood up in front of Karen.
“Yeah, well – better safe than sorry,” his partner said as he watched the silver tape been torn from the roll and pressed down over Karen’s mouth. The three women looked at each other in their wheelchairs as the men made their way put – before one of them came back and put Tracy’s mobile phone on her lap.
“Wait one hour, then you can try and call for help,” he said as the three women looked at each other…
On Two Bell Lonnen, the man watched the elderly couple as they left Morrisons, and followed them home…
As she fetched the keys out of her red handbag, Mavis stood in front of Dorothy and said “We’ll eat early tonight right.
“Right?”
She turned to see Dorothy looking straight at her, and behind her a tall, dark-haired man wearing a pair of sunglasses. He smiled as he said, “I have a gun pressed against your partner’s back.” Dorothy slowly nodded as he continued “unlock the door and walk in as you always would, and the stand with your hands on your head.”
Mavis looked at Dorothy – she was a foot smaller, with tightly permed white hair, while she herself had long grey hair pulled back in a ponytail. Nodding, she opened the door and walked in, followed by Dorothy and the man as he closed the door behind himself, and said “both of you, place your handbags on the floor, and then stand facing the wall with your hands in the air.”
As the women complied, he looked at them – they were identically dressed, with long red leather coats fastened and tightly belted, black leggings and knee length red leather boots. Even their handbags were an identical red leather design, as he picked them up and put them to one side.
“Do you have your mobile phones in them?”
“We do,” Dorothy said quietly as switched off the internet server box and said “good - walk in front of me into the front room.”
“Do as he says,” Mavis whispered, Dorothy nodding as they turned and walked in, their hands raised as the man went to the windows and drew the curtains closed, then turned on a standard lamp. He was middle aged, and wearing a suit, shirt and tie, but they also saw the leather gloves on his hands as he pointed the gun at them.
“All right,” he said quietly, “I have to tie you both up and gag you before I rob you.” He held up a large roll of black duct tape, and said “turn and face each other, and then put your arms round each other.”
The two women looked at each other, too scared to do anything but comply as they hugged each other, the man walking behind Dorothy before he pulled Mavis’ wrists together and started ot wrap tape round them.
“I guess dinner is going to have to wait,” Dorothy said as she looked up into Mavis’ eyes.
“I guess so,” the taller woman said as the man walked behind her, and she felt the hug from Dorothy tighten as the other woman’s wrists were secured tightly together behind her back.
“Right – kneel down.”
The two older women slowly knelt down before the man wound the tape tightly round their upper bodies, forcing them together as Dorothy said “Well, this is different.”
“Isn’t it just,” Mavis said as she felt the man put her ankles together, and then the ripping sound as she realized he was taping her ankles tightly together, the squeaking from her boots adding to the sound of the two women trying to move against each other.
She looked over Dorothy’s shoulder as the man knelt there and taped her ankles together, and the wound the tape round the upper legs of both women so they were held more closely together.
He then stood up and tore the end of the roll free, before he stuck it to Mavis’ cheek and wrapped the tape tightly round her head, silencing her as she felt the tape pressing her cheeks in, and then heard the ripping sound as the tape was torn free. She watched as he gagged Dorothy in the same way, their eyes meeting as he then walked out of the room.
“Swwhdhwhsdhknh?”
Mavis looked at Dorothy before she pressed her taped lips on the smaller woman’s head and then felt the movement on her chest as Dorothy nuzzled her chest. The two women started ot move together, the leather squeaking more and more loudly as they then looked at each other and kissed…
When the man looked back in, the couple were distracting each other twisting round in the red and black before he turned the light off and left them…
Finally, in a house on Cotehill Road, the lady of the house was showing someone round…
Zara opened the bedroom door and walked in, saying “all right, you said to bring you here – now what?” She had long blonde hair and was wearing a white vest top with a deep neckline, a leopard print mini skirt, dark tights and knee length black leather boots.
“Very nice,” the man said as he put the leather valise down on the bed, “and I will look round – in a little while. Before that, you need to be kept secure.”
Zara swallowed as she said “how?” She then saw him open the bag and take out several coils of red rope, laying them on the bed before he said, “turn round, and put your hands behind your back, palm to palm.”
“I should have seen this coming,” she whispered to herself, but the gun he had shown her meant she had realized there was no way to not do as he said, so she complied - and then let out a soft gasp as one of the lengths of rope were used ot forced her elbows together behind her back. She saw the way her chest was forced out, before she felt the rope round her wrists as well – soft, silky, but also tight as it went around and between her slim limbs.
She then saw the band going round her, below her chest, and felt her arms being pressed against her back as the rope were taken round her again and again, forming two bands that pressed down on her chest as her breasts were forced up an out, the bands rubbing on the bare flesh of her arms as well as she found herself totally secured.
“What are you going to do to me,” she whispered before the ropes were tied off, and he walked in front of her, another length of the soft red rope doubled over. He smiled as he passed the rope under the bands framing her chest, between her breasts, and then fed it back up and took the ends through the centre loop – before he pulled sharply down, Zara gasping as the bands tightened round the base of her chest, and then walked behind her - pulling the rope back and up as she felt her skirt been hiked up, and the soft rope rubbing her between her legs.
“I picked today to go commando,” Zara whispered as she closed her eyes and tried ot ignore what the rope was doing to her there – but as the hands came round and groped her chest, she opened her eyes wide and twisted round, trying to get out of the grasp – which made the ropes rub between her legs as she felt a strange burning sensation there...
She also started to feel faint as the man continued to grope her, forcing her to her knees as he knelt behind her, squeezing and pinching her nipples – before she felt him move her vest up and the gloved fingers pinching her nipples. She moaned softly at that, unsure of why it was proving so arousing – but as she twisted round, her fingers stroked over his crotch, and she realized she was not the only one who was being turned on by this.
“oh my god,” she whispered as she closed her eyes and her fingers stroked over the bump she could feel – and then her eyes opened wide as the small metal clamps were fixed onto the erect nipples, and she looked down to see the small chain linking them.
The man then walked round and stood in front of Zara as she felt the fire growing inside her, the pain on her chest making her feel somehow even more aroused as he slowly pulled open his pants, and she saw the large organ come out.
“You know what to do,” he said, “and do it right, or you will suffer the consequences.”
Zara looked at him and nodded as she kissed the cock, tasting the saltiness as she moved up and down and shuffled over. That action only fuelled the fire between her legs, as she groaned softly and then put her lips over the tip, licking it with her tongue before she pulled her head back, her lips making a sift popping sound as she looked up.
“Go on.”
Slowly, she put her lips over his member and drew it into her ,mouth, feeling the throbbing and how it was engorging as she played on it with her lips and tongue, his hands on her head a ssh slowly bobbed her head ot and for. The actions made him even more aroused – and as the ropes got damp between her legs, she could feel the fire starting to burn inside her as well as she took the cock further in, sucking gently as she ran her tongue over it.
This was wrong – she knew this was wrong – but something was driving her on as she twisted her own body, the ropes rubbing on her bare breasts as the chain rattled. She could feel the fire burning brighter and brighter as the penis swelled in her mouth, pressing her tongue down as it did so, filling the space as the tip touched the back of her throat and she felt the jerk.
Swallowing the precum, Zara continued ot kiss and suck, harder and harder as she heard his moans, felt the fire threatening to engulf her from inside as she felt the pressure on her tongue, the throbbing intensifying as she continued ot play with him.
“That’s good - keep going…”
The throbbing had become a pulsing as she felt her own orgasm building, but she continued ot work on him – if she was being forced ot do this, then she was going to get as much excitement from the session as she could…
It happened at the same time – as her body shook and she felt the waves engulf her, she sucked even harder and heard his groan as he came in her mouth, the hot salty flow hitting the back of her throat as she was forced to swallow as quickly, as much as she could. It seemed to last an eternity as she swallowed again and again, before he eventually let go of her head and she moved her head back, her lips popping as she gasped and felt a small dribble from the side of her mouth.
The man knelt in front of her before he opened a drawer in the bedside bureau and took out a pair of her panties, wiping the white cum from her lips and chin before he gently pushed them into her mouth, and then grabbed a dressing gown belt – a red silk one which he used as a cleave gag, before making Zara lie on her side on the floor and hogtying her. She could only look through misty eyes as he started ot search through her drawers – and then she pulled on the rope attached ot the one between her legs to distract herself….
One night in Fenham – who knows what else may go on behind closed doors…