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So Ladies and Gentlemen, here comes the final part of Chris´ Adventure - with some interesting twists and turns
Chris von der Marwitz
and the Scarf Bondage Bandit
Chapter Six
“Da Capo al Fine”
München Bogenhausen – around Seven:
Penthouse of Theresa Bechstein and Anna-Maria Streibl:
Anna-Maria opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling of … their bedroom! Theresa´s and her bedroom! She was lying on her own bed! She was home! For a while, she had hovered on the threshold of Consciousness and Oblivion. Had drifted in and out.
First, she felt disoriented – but slowly the Banker started remembering yesterday's events: The last thing she remembered was the deviously smiling face of Natasha Bolkonskaya who had pressed a chloroform-doused cloth on her face – or had it been Ekaterina Oblomova? She could not remember clearly.
Only slowly she registered her Predicament. Someone had dressed her in her white silken PJs – and obviously, she wore Hose underneath. Anna-Maria tasted something silken in her Mouth … used underwear? A silk scarf covered her lower face from her chin right to under her nose. And she wore a headscarf – which pressed her jaws together.
With some difficulty she sat up: Her wrists had been tied with a silk scarf before her body. A look at her lower extremities. Her long muscular legs were tied together with four scarfs: one above the joint the second midthigh, another one held her ankles together, and the fourth was tied under the joint.
Anna-Maria looked at her nyloned feet: A string held her big toes together. The Banker had to look twice: Someone had “adorned” two of the toes of each foot with golden rings. Where had she seen them before? Yes, the Pianist had worn such rings. Anna-Maria pulled herself together. Time to get out of this Mess. A look at the clock on her nightstand told her, it was 0900 AM in the Morning.
Whoever had tied her: She was supposed to escape – or her Captors would have tied her differently. The first thing to go was the headscarf. To Anna-Maria´s surprise, picking the knot under her chin was easy. It was a beautiful scarf: A light blue paisley scarf. As the knot finally gave way the pressure on her jaws receded. The banker shook her dirty blond curly tresses free.
Unfastening the knot of the shawl tied around her lower face with her bound hands was more difficult – Anna-Maria did not give up and finally, she felt the shawl loosening – a burgundy red one. With disgust she pulled the gag packing out of her Mouth: Two Panties: The beige one she had worn yesterday and the second had to belong to Theresa …it could have been worse though …. Her Captors had shown mercy …. Strange …...
The blonde concentrated: 20 Minutes later she was free. On shaky legs, she got up and tapped into the large central room of the Penthouse. The floor was warm under her nyloned soles. On the large black highly polished table in the Centre Anna-Maria detected two things: A burgundy-red leather folder, which was usually used for documents, and a Smartphone, her Smartphone.
As if on cue the Voice of Beyoncé signalled an incoming call. The Banker took the Phone, the Caller-ID was suppressed “Good Morning Anna-Maria” a melodious Alto Voice greeted her. The Banker froze. She had this Voice heard only yesterday. Today she sounded warm and cheerful. Anna-Maria grew tense “Where is Theresa, what have you done to her?” She tried to sound calm and controlled – but could not hide the quiver in her Voice.
The Caller was obviously amused “Do not worry – that is why I have called you. Listen …...
Munich: In Front of the Police Headquarters around the same time:
Polizeiobermeister Franz Ainfachnur was guarding Headquarters’ Main Entrance together with his colleague Polizeiobermeisterin Moni Grübel. Moni pointed across the Street: On the other side of the street stood a black nondescript Van with tinted Windows “It has stood there since the early Morning – it looks suspicious! Come, Franz, let us check this out!” The 23-year-old Policewoman pressed her older Colleague.
Ainfachnur muttered something under his breath. He knew Moni. Young and eager to prove herself she would not let the matter rest anyway. He sighed “Let´s go then”. Crossed the Street. The Van was a Volkswagen as the Policeman noticed “Look” Moni said excitedly “The Driver´s door is not locked, and the ignition key is lying on the seat” Before Ainfachnur could say something, his Colleague had opened the Driver´s Door and taken the Key.
He cursed under his breath.
Grumbling Franz followed Moni to the backdoor who pressed a button on the ignition key. A soft click: Both Officers drew their weapons and Moni covered Her Colleague. He pulled the left door open, then the right. They peered inside. The Compartment was empty except for a large metal Casket in a humanoid shape…
“Is somebody in there?” Moni wondered ….
Theresa Beckstein was totally oblivious to what was happening. Her body was compressed from all sides by something soft – she could not move an inch. She was blind, deaf, and dumb. And heavily gagged. A very large foam ball filled her oral cavity completely, pressed her tongue down.
By the feeling of it, her lower face had to be covered by multiple Layers. Her whole body was enshrouded in red silk from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes. Theresa did not know that the Pianist and the Icelandress had wrapped her head with bandages before covering it with silken Scarves.
The only part not covered by silk was her nose. The Thief had to breathe through two thin tubes in her nostrils. She could not know it, but her silken confinement was held together in regular intervals through white broad silk scarfs down to her insteps. A second layer crisscrossed her Cocoon. Theresa had come around some time ago. She felt as if an Anaconda was crushing her body.
Beneath the Lawyers of silken Wraps, she had been tied with Silk scarves too: Theresa laid on her bound arms, which were crushed together behind her back. Silk Scarves restrained her from her shoulders down to her insteps. Very tightly.
The Thief could not know it, but Chris and Ragna had encased her body further in pantyhose. Tight bands of tape had been wrapped around the silken bonds. But that had not been the End: Over each tape bond large Zip Ties had been fastened. Over them a final Layer of Scarves. Only then the two blondes had wrapped her Victim into Silk.
Her captors had not only plugged her both ways but applied nasty nipple clamps too. Her soles burned: They had been coated with a sort of balm. The burning sensation receded only slowly. She felt slightly dizzy: She suspected she had breathed not oxygen only …she had suffered from some very erotic hallucinations.
The Thief did not struggle – she would have to wait. Till somebody let her out – what worried her the most was Anna-Maria´s fate …. Theresa´s plan had backfired spectacularly. She had been soundly beaten.
Theresa concentrated on her breathing. In. Out. In. Out.
Penthouse of Theresa Bechstein and Anna-Maria Streibl:
Anna-Maria had called the Number Chris von der Marwitz had given her. She listened to the Person at the other end “So you will represent her?” The Person she talked to, confirmed her Request “When can you be at the Police Headquarters?” The Banker listened again “Thank you” she ended the Call.
Anna Maria was incredibly relieved. And she could not help but wonder, why the Pianist had done this for her. Her Wife had assaulted her. But Anna-Maria had sensed no ill will as she had talked with the blonde Woman.
As she had called the Contact the Pianist had given her – Theresa´s Lawyer seemed to be already in the know. Most strange. Really most strange.
Curiosity got the better of her and she opened the leather folder. Her eyes widened as she read the first Page and even more as she read the sum on the second page. Ekaterina Bolkonskaya had signed the Document – What missed? Anna-Maria´s Signature.
Two Hours later: Interrogation Room at the Police Headquarters:
Erster Kriminalhauptkommissar Arthur Bauer scrutinized the brown Woman on the other side of the table: Keen grey eyes looked at him. Her long brown hair fell in curly brown waves down her shoulders. She wore a tracksuit of the Bavarian Police. When she had been freed from her Prison and Restraints – she had worn a pair of black hose. Only.
Her face gave nothing away. She seemed perfectly untroubled.
So far, she had said nothing. They knew her identity though: Theresa Beckstein – her personal effects had been found in the Casket she had been confined too. So, Theresa Beckstein, the renowned Real Estate Manager was the famous “Scarfbondagebandit” as the Press had dubbed the Burglar.
Bauer had seen many things in his 25 Years at the Force. But what they had seen today as they opened the Casket had been something unique. Someone had taken the Holy Scripture to heart: An eye for an eye … and so on. The way Theresa Beckstein had been restrained was similar to the Predicaments she had inflicted on her Victims.
The supposed Burglar returned his gaze evenly – and if the Investigator was not entirely mistaken – a small smile curled her lips.
A knock at the Door and a tall and lean, dark-haired Woman entered “Her Lawyer has arrived Arthur” Kriminalhauptkommissarin Katharina Hahn informed her Boss “Send her in” Bauer nodded.
Hahn showed the Lawyer in:
“Always a Pleasure Herr Bauer” The tall, black-haired Woman wearing a blue Power suit and matching Heels smiled - it was the smile of a Shark. Bauer and Philomena von Waldeck had crossed Swords often in court.
The Investigator couldn´t stand the Lawyer – but he had to admit that “Philo” was one of the best in the business. Even if she was an arrogant bitch. His eyes rested for a Moment on “Hans” and “Franz” – it was widely known that “Philo” named her “assets” that way. And was proud of it.
“The Pleasure is all mine” Bauer smiled back “So you represent Frau Beckstein?” “My Client´s Wife asked me to represent Frau Beckstein” the Lawyer confirmed. For the first time, the Investigator noticed a visible Reaction of the Thief – she seemed relieved “Interesting” Bauer found “If you would leave us alone now?” The Lawyer stated “I want to confer with my Client” “Of course” Bauer nodded and rose. As the Door had closed behind him, the Lawyer sat down. A small smile curled her lips. Theresa couldn´t restrain herself any longer “Anna Maria – is she well?” She blurted out.
“Your Wife told me to tell you that she is fine.” Nothing indicated that Philomena von Waldeck had recognized her.
The black-haired Lawyer scrutinized her new Client “Tell me everything”.
Hamburg: Several Months later:
The Villa of Chris von der Marwitz and Anna Romanova in the late afternoon:
Chris von der Marwitz closed the Entrance Door behind her and stepped into the large Entrance Hall “Good day Chris!” Charlotte, the Artificial Intelligence in residence greeted her “How was your day?” The Pianist smiled warmly “I am fine Charlotte, thank you” The blonde had had a lengthy conference with a potential new client. Chris wore a black Power suit with matching Platform Heels by Louboutin. Her blonde mane she wore in a stylish bun.
With a sigh, she stepped out of her Heels and slipped her Birkenstocks on “Long Day?” Charlotte chuckled “Long and boring” The pianist grinned “Anything important Charlotte?” “Yes, Chris, Ragna told me to send you to her as soon – and I quote – she has kicked her Heels off”. “She didn´t tell you why?” “No, she did not” Charlotte confirmed “Right then, I go upstairs then and check” Chris walked up the large, curved Stairwell which led upstairs.
Politely the Pianist knocked at Ragna´s door. To her surprise the Door to the Icelandress´ Suite swung open – the Door had not been entirely closed “Ragna?” Chris stepped over the Threshold. The large Room was empty. The Attack came out of the blue: One incredibly strong Arm pressed her arms against her body – another pressed a thick cloth on her face “Chloroform?” Surprised the Pianist had already inhaled a healthy dosage of the powerful fumes.
Chris struggled but already felt the effects of the drug. A tingling in her fingers and toes and a loss of Coordination. Her kick with her nyloned right heel would have been hurtful for the Attacker if she had worn her High Heels still – but so it lacked power and precision – thanks to the Chloroform. Chris held her breath – she knew in her heart this was a battle she would lose. But she fought, nevertheless. It was not in her nature to go down without a fight, to go quietly into the night.
“Take long deep breaths” Ragna´s husky voice whispered “Don´t fight it” The blonde struggled some more but then? Chris did exactly that, inhaled the potent Fumes. Finally, her eyes rolled back in her head. The Icelandress kept the Cloth on her friend's face a good while longer – with Chris´ one never knew. Effortlessly the Valkyrie carried the Pianist to the large King-size bed. During the attack, the Sandals had slipped off Chris´ feet.
With a broad grin, the Icelandress set to work. She was on a tight schedule – they expected another guest after all. One hour later the tall blonde looked very pleased on the Bed, Chris was coming around. Amused Ragna watched as the Pianist tested her restraints. Methodically. The first thing she tried was moving her nyloned feet – only to find out she couldn´t: Ragna had tied her big toes together and then tied her feet in the en pointe Position to the bedframe.
Chris counted: “One silk scarf is tied around my ankles; one holds my calves together. The third is below the joint. Three more above. The last one is directly under my crotch. Of course, Ragna has tied – a very tight Crotch Scarf.”
With delight, the Icelandress watched as her friend tested her leg bonds. The nude hose shimmered between the scarves. The blonde loved the sound of pantyhosed legs rubbing against each other. Ragna had undressed the Pianist down to her black bra and Panties.
The blonde continued her inspection: “My hands rest on my thighs and my Palms are taped to my thighs. In regular intervals, more scarves encircle my body up to my shoulders. The Figure Eight Breast Harness compresses my breast from above and below.
Chris breathed through the nose – in a sort of way: “Ragna had hooded me with a pair of used Underwear and pulled a stocking cap over my head. I am blindfolded. Another Scarf is tied like a headscarf – and finally, she has gagged me thoroughly …”
“You want to know what I used to gag you?” Chris heard the smile in the herculean blonde’s voice “Jester” the Pianist mumbled into her fully packed mouth “I packed first a Pair of Anna´s used Hose in your mouth. If I am not mistaken Anna wore them a week ago!”
Chris Gag Talk was definitely no Compliment “As I found out a pair of my Gym Socks fitted in too - barely!” Next, I wrapped a whole roll of translucent tape around it – I love it when one can see the packing! Don´t you think?” Chris's muffled reply could go through as confirmation.
“Oh, In case you did not notice” Ragna grinned “I put “Jolly Roger” in your Pussy – the latest Model!” The Icelandress knelt at Chris´ feet. The Pianist grew tense as she heard the unmistakable buzzing of an electric toothbrush … the same moment as Ragna touched her left heel, Jolly Roger sprung into High Gear …...
The combination of the sensations the toothbrush caused, and the magic of the large Vibrator was overwhelming. Combined with the sensory deprivation Chris suffered soon from total sensorial overload. And Ragna knew all the right spots she had to touch at her nyloned soles. There was the spot right under her right big toe.
Or even worse between the left big toe and its neighbour. Chris howled and strained against her silken bonds, but they held fast. Soon the blonde lost all feelings for place and time. Desperately she tried to draw breath through her nose – and Ragna did not stop. Damned! The next Orgasm was looming on the horizon!
The Icelandress looked with delight and affection at the blonde who trashed around on the bed as much as her silken restraints allowed. Chris was not tied down to the bed – but the toe tie was enough to limit her movements significantly.
One hour later: “Anna will arrive presently” Charlotte informed Ragna and Chris was thankful for the respite as the Icelandress sprung from the Mattress “Time to get ready!” she smiled. Chris was too busy sucking Air through her hose and panty-covered nose to notice that Ragna applied a dust mask to her face: The smell of Chloroform invaded her nostrils “No need to worry – just a little something to help you relax!”
“At least it distracts me from my burning soles and my throbbing pussy” the blonde mused drowsily. Ragna had used the Toothbrush to full effect.
Anna Alexandrovna Romanova was in High Spirits as she entered the Villa pulling her Trolley behind her with her left and carrying her Violin Case in the Right. The Concert in London had been a blast and she and James had spent two more days in Cornwall. Today she wore a red business Costume, nude Hose, and sling back open toed Platform Heels.
“You had a pleasant stay in England Anna?” Charlotte greeted her “It was perfect!” Anna beamed as she kicked off her Heels and slipped her Birkenstocks on “I will see Ragna when I brought my things into my room” The Russian would never leave her Stradivarius out of her sight “I will tell her Anna” Charlotte confirmed, and the Violinist was sure the AI smiled. With a song on her lips, she entered the Elevator.
In the meantime, Chris had recovered somewhat from the assault on her senses. Her perfect hearing heard Anna singing as the Russian walked to the Rooms. “Soon you will get Company Chris” Ragna whispered mischievously. Both women heard the flapping sounds of Anna´s Birkenstocks coming nearer …. The Pianist heard Anna pushing the door open as she had stepped over the threshold Ragna must have pounced because Chris heard the sounds of a fight.
The Russian resisted more because it took considerably longer till Chris heard the sounds as Ragna let glide Anna onto the floor. Moments later the Mattress on her right bounced as the unconscious Russian landed on the bed.
Ragna breathed heavily “Thankfully Anna slipped her heels off or she would have broken my left shin!” the Icelandress winced “Let´s get her ready!”
45 Minutes later Chris had Company as Ragna had promised her: Ragna had restrained Anna basically in the same way as the Pianist but added a few more layers to her Gag. The Valkyrie had removed the Dust Mask from Chris's face – so the Dizziness was gone. The blonde sensed Anna´s movements as she came around – a very muffled moan told her that her best friend had regained her faculties.
Ragna looked down at the two tied-up women: Anna did the same Chris had done before: She tested her bonds and gag.
The Icelandress knelt between her two Friends “Time to have some serious Fun!” The “Fun” Ragna had in mind? She tickled the feet of the Russian and the German simultaneously “Since Chris´ is a few Orgasms in the lead – you have to do some hard work, Anna!” Chris felt it keenly when Orgasm hit Anna.
Finally, it was over “Don´t tell me this wasn´t fun!” Ragna grinned. Anna´s and Chris's muffled retorts didn´t sound like glowing recommendations. Anna sensed that Ragna cut the string that held her feet in the en pointe position. The Violinist sighed relieved and flexed her feet. Chris felt the same.
But the Icelandress wasn´t finished yet. Without much effort, she lifted Chris's bound body from the bed and stood her on the floor “Don´t go away” she chuckled. The blonde swayed slightly on her bound feet but kept her Balance. Obviously, Ragna did the same with Anna because Chris felt her best Friend's presence right before her.
She heard a slap and a grunt. Ragna had Anna slapped on her butt “Move Anna!” the blonde “encouraged” the Russian “I want your boobs and the rest of your bodies squashed together. Awkwardly the two friends shuffled forward till their bodies were pressed against each other.
Anna´s skin felt hot and sweaty. Since they were still blindfolded, they could not see what Ragna was up to. But they felt it. The blonde tied them together with very long silk scarves, beginning at shoulder level and ending at their ankles. Eight silken bands. Ragna gave them a shove and the two bound friends tumbled on the bed where they landed with a thud. Despite their heavy gags, their Protests were quite Vocal.
“Behave or it is the toothbrush again” the Valkyrie admonished them. Anna and Chris stopped protesting at once “One more detail” Ragna grinned: She stretched her Victims' feet out and tied their big toes together. And tied one last shawl around both women´s heads: Her gagged lips were pressed together in an involuntary kiss: Chris felt that Anna´s covered by several thick layers beneath the silken scarf which was the last layer.
Anna felt the heat of Chris's body, her rock-hard nipples. Breast rubbed against breast and Crotch against Crotch. Chris moved as much as the silken bonds allowed and Anna did the sensible thing: she joined the blonde´s rhythm. The Icelandress had tied a second crotch scarf which was connected to the wrist bonds of both women: Anna tugged. And Chris returned the favour. The two musicians were soon in perfect tune with each other.
Ragna grinned as she looked down at the bound women, moving in the same slow sensual hypnotic rhythm. Their silk-bound nyloned legs rubbed against each other. It was an incredibly erotic sight: The long nyloned legs, confined by silk. Let alone the different colours of the silk scarves. The incredibly sexy very muffled moans of Pleasure.
And the tied nyloned soles moving in perfect synchronicity. Ragna bowed down and let her hands glide above Anna´s and Chris's smooth and nyloned soles. Which earned her a moan of pleasure. The moans intensified as the Icelandress kneaded the fleshy balls of both Women. She knew exactly which buttons to push.
“Charlotte do entertain Anna and Chris for another hour while I prepare dinner” “Of course Ragna” the AI confirmed “See you later!” Ragna told her friends and left. Chris and Anna did not register the soft click of the Door, they had just boarded Orgasm Train again …. They were alone. The Vibrators sprung into High Gear …
The Icelandress bounced down the stairs and smiled – she knew she would have to pay for that stunt – but that was worth it! She would make amends! Ragna went into the Kitchen. The Icelandress had already prepared the first course.
The five-course-Menu she had composed was exquisite and it would help to make amends. Anna and Chris loved the Indian Cuisine. The Chicken Vindaloo as the main course? Ragna was sure it would console her friends. And they would be hungry after their involuntary exertions.
The Icelandress wondered what Ekaterina and Natasha were doing …
Switzerland: Lake Geneva: The same evening:
Natasha Bolkonskaya and Ekaterina Oblomova were practicing Escapology. A Training Natasha insisted on. Natasha would tie Ekaterina up – and the latter had to do her best to escape. In fact, Ekaterina had made much progress since they started training. What was different though this time: It was Natasha who had to escape this time. The Russian had to admit that her Compatriot had truly done a Professional job: Natasha wore a pair of red bra and Panties and besides a pair of nude hose nothing else.
Boris Oblomov´s former Chief of Security sat on a massive sturdy Chair made of oak with a high back “I am stuck” she had to concede Ekaterina had mitted her hands and tied her wrists and elbows together behind the Chair´s back with silken scarves: Above and below the joint. And this time the blonde had tied her elbows all the way together – till they touched.
Several more scarves wielded her to the chair. Her legs had been tied to the Chair´s back legs. Which made her nyloned soles and her private parts easily accessible: Of course, Ekaterina had tied Crotch Scarf. Natasha listened intently: The blonde had blindfolded her with a Scarf and gagged her with three more. The finishing touch was a Headscarf: A Paisley Affair “You can start escaping now” Ekaterina grinned. To Natasha´s honour one must say: She really tried.
Soon she was hot and sweaty. The blonde took a large Hitachi wand and pressed it against Natasha´s Crotch. The Russian´s Pulse quickened. She strained against her silken restraints. But just before the right moment? Ekaterina stopped. Natasha cursed into her gag. This game went on for some time. The black-haired Woman strained so much; that the Chair creaked ominously.
“Poor thing” the blonde teased her Compatriot “So hot. So, in need” Ekaterina grinned “Ask me nicely and I might let you cum!” Natasha cursed but then she caved in: A very muffled “Pleaath let me cum!” “Why didn´t you ask in the first place?” Boris Oblomov´s Daughter smiled and pressed the Vibrator against Natasha´s very wet Panties …. Natasha´s eyes rolled back in her head “Ask and ye shall receive” Ekaterina quipped.
Slowly returning down to Earth the Russian did only barely register her Boss tied her nyloned big toes back to her elbows. She could not see that Ekaterina took a Tonfa – but she felt the wooden instrument gliding gently across her right sole ….
“You know” Ekaterina whispered, “You don´t know if I will hit you or not ….” Natasha tensed “Chris told me a Story” her Boss continued …. Her Compatriot froze. She knew exactly what Ekaterina meant.
After Ekaterina´s father had Chris abducted Natasha had “produced” a Video with the Pianist – and used the Tonfa …... After the Death of her Father Ekaterina had forced herself to watch the Videos that showed Chris´ torture. She had to see it. Had to see it to believe.
“Now” Ekaterina grinned. She had no intention of tormenting Natasha with the Tonfa – but she had obviously pushed the right button.
Munich: The same Evening. The Villa of Philomena von Waldeck:
Philomena von Waldeck and Anna-Maria Streibl clanked Glasses “Cheers!” toasted Anna-Maria “To the successful trial!” The Lawyer returned “To the Trial!” “You really did the impossible!” the Banker marvelled “Thanks to you, Theresa got away with a slap on the wrist!” Indeed: Nobody knew how “Philo” had pulled this off: Miraculously all Victims had declared that they had played just a game that went out of control or that they could not remember anything.
The name of Chris von der Marwitz was not mentioned. She did not appear in the official protocols. Theresa had kept her mouth shut. The Pianist had made it very clear to her that she would regret it if her Name appeared in the Papers.
And if the reformed Thief had learned anything it was to take that warning very seriously. Theresa Beckstein did not doubt for a split second that the Pianist would show no mercy this time. She had no desire to look into those emerald, green eyes again, which seemed to see anything – and she remembered the feeling of the cold steel on her skin too well.
Anna-Maria and the Lawyer had dressed accordingly to the occasion: Evening Gowns and Platform Sandals. “Philo” wore a black one – and Anna-Maria had to admit that the Lawyer cut quite the dashing figure and she complemented her host “You do look the Part too Anna Maria!” the Lawyer purred. Theresa´s Wife had chosen a sapphire blue gown which left her tanned muscular shoulders bare – a Sapphire Collier adorned her neck.
The Lawyer´s dark eyes were mesmerizing, and the Banker registered “Philo´s” right hand on her left. Under the Table Philo´s nyloned right foot touched the toes of Anna-Maria´s left foot and glided slowly upwards. The atmosphere had suddenly changed, it seemed warm, even hot, and the air crackled with electricity. The Banker felt a tingling below her navel ….
“We can continue this conversation in a more intimate Location” Philo purred, her teasing right foot resting now in Anna-Maria´s lap “I would like that” the blonde Banker whispered huskily, letting her hands glide across Philo´s right foot. She caressed it and massaged the nyloned sole. Massaged the fleshy Balls. The two women looked each other deeply in the eyes.
They stood – and slipped their Sandals off. Philo padded around the table and took her Guest's left hand “Come” she said simply, her voice dark with desire “You are a Sorceress” Anna-Maria whispered and let her Host lead the way “Call me Circe then” the Lawyer smiled.
The Floor felt warm under her nyloned soles. On their Way to the upper floor, they passed a Pillar. A Woman was tied against it with Silk Scarves. From the Crown of her head to the pantyhosed feet she was covered by Silk. Only her Nose and her Feet were not covered in Silk.
A small smile curled Philo´s lips. The Predicament was an exact Copy of the Predicament the Scarfbondagebandit had subjected her to. Down to the last Detail. The Gag, the nipple clamps, Earbuds, the Vibrator, the butt plug, and the “Tickle-Mattress” under the Soles.
Theresa Beckstein was totally oblivious to what happened around her. Philomena´s smile deepened. Sometimes Justice was really poetic. To subject Theresa Beckstein to this Predicament had been the only “Fee” she had insisted on for her Services.
And it was enough. There could have been no other.
There had been that mysterious Call. A Woman who had promised her Information about her Attacker if she would take Theresa Beckstein as a Client. Philomena had accepted and the Caller had delivered.
Yes, this Evening was poetic Justice – in more than one way. And pleasure.
At times things life could be that easy …. To the Victor the Spoils!