Katrina Level 4 (F/M ?/F)

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Katrina Level 4 (F/M ?/F)

Val looked at her husband, Paul, smiling to herself, but he couldn’t see her grin. She had just finished tying him up for the fourth time today, and had kept him blindfolded since she woke him up in the middle of the night.

Paul was tightly secured to an old high backed kitchen chair in the basement. His body was tied to the padded back with 4 sets of ropes, over his hips, at his waist, and above and below his breast line. For good measure, there was some rope looped about his shoulders to the cross piece of the back of the chair, and another rope which was initially fastened at its centre to the back of the chair, knotted, then run under his rear and up his groin, and around the back. She knew he particularly liked the securing of his groin. All were cinched tight.

His wrists were tied anti-parallel behind the back of the chair, cinched between the wrists, with the ropes coming around his waist tied in front so he couldn’t reach the knot. Before she fastened his legs she had had him help shift the chair back against one of the grey poles supporting the ceiling of the basement; when the chair was in contact she had tied the chair to the pole so Paul couldn’t tip it over in any way and helping to imprison his bound wrists. Now his legs were pulled back by ropes to the back legs of the chair so that only his big toes touched the floor, opening up his groin.

Val stood behind the pole and reached around his body, caressing the areas of open skin, tracing the shaped formed by his bonds, circling around his nipples somewhat extended by the various ropes constraining his body. She reached down further to his limp organ and tugged at it a couple of times. As a result of various cancer treatments, or perhaps just old age, it didn’t work anymore, much to her dissatisfaction.

Thanks to a link from Tom, a neighbour across the street, the tablet was already providing a stream of porn to his head, very age-inappropriate, emphasizing bondage.

She used the microphone on the tablet to tell him she was going to get cleaned up, and for him to enjoy himself.

Half an hour later, she returned, showered, dressed in nice travel clothes.

“I’m leaving you,” she told him, “Tom and I are running away. By the time you are found, we will be in an exotic country lacking extradition with this country. Goodbye.”

On the way upstairs the doorbell rang. “Tom’s early or I am late,” she said to herself.

But it wasn’t Tom.

Two police officers stood outside, and pushed their way in. “It has been detected that someone here is dealing with underage pornography. We have a warrant to search this house, seize any material falling under the Pornography Act and equipment, and arrest those involved.”

An hour later, Val, handcuffed, was lead out to a police cruiser. She noted another cruiser across the street at Tom’s house.

As the vehicles drew away, Katrina, Tom’s wife, came over across the street; Paul was waiting in the doorway for her.

“Well, it worked,” they said together as they embraced.

FIN


I don't know why I called this story Level 4.

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