Caught In The Act M/F
Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2024 8:37 pm
“Sarah...I’ve finished your lawn and the mower is back in your garage.” I called out to the window on the second floor of the house which was open a few inches.
Sarah was a neighbour of mine who i happily helped with mowing her front lawn. We had a kind of mutual arrangement. I would tend to her garden as she hated outdoor work, she would bring me over a cake to say thank you since she liked to bake.
I was about to head home when i spotted the empty mug which she had brought me during a break. Her house was set on quite sizeable grounds so it was no two minute job.
I picked it up and let myself in through the front door. On my way through to the kitchen to put it next to the sink I found myself distracted by a strange noise. It was hard to distinguish, like a heavily muffled grunt or groan. Concerned, I made my way slowly up the stairs.
“Sarah? Everything ok?” I called out, still listening for further sounds. Not sure what was going on, I made my way to her bedroom. As i grew nearer, different sounds became apparent. I could hear the faint chink of metal, the sound of something rolling around, creaking floorboards.
Her bedroom door was closed. Maybe she is just enjoying some alone time? Should I mind my business? What if she is hurt though or something more sinister has happened? I weighed up all the options in my head. Deep down, i knew what i had to do. A deep breath later and i slowly opened the door. The creak must have alerted her as she froze.
Startled was an understatement. I gasped taking in the unusual sight before me choosing not to do anything but watch to start with.
Sarah was an attractive curvaceous woman. She had recently turned 38 and lived alone as far as i knew. She had long dark brown hair and deep hazel eyes.
Despite being younger than her in my mid twenties, I had always had a bit of a soft spot for her.
What was causing me to gasp though was the predicament she appeared to be in. A very short black dress with black panties was her outfit of choice. This seemed to reveal just enough to be teasing to the eye.
Her wrists were cuffed behind her back. Ropes secured her ankles, knees and thighs together. Further rope wrapped above and below her breasts, making them bulge slightly.
Then there was her head. She was wearing a black hood which looked like it was made from something similar to nylon. It had a small hole for her nose and was zipped into place on top of her head. It was further kept in place by a black collar wrapped around her neck, over it. Underneath I could make out an object that filled her mouth. This was...different.
I watched her for the moment trying to work out if she was in distress. She continued to roll around, flexing her fingers in search of something as she ran them across her cream carpet. She would switch attention left, then right, then back again.
Surprisingly she seemed oblivious to my presence. She had barely reacted to the door opening. Gradually I began to see what was causing her the problem. The key for her handcuffs had been flicked to a different part of the room.
My arousal was building. This was all so overwhelming. I knew what I should do but this was a one off opportunity. As much as I liked Sarah, she needed my help more in this moment.
Walking quietly over, I retrieved the key. I then crouched down next to Sarah. I was nervous and I had not even been the one found like this.
“Looking for something?” I asked her as she froze. I could only imagine the horror and humiliation that was probably rising through her. She had been discovered.
“Sorry. I heard a noise and thought you might be injured. I’ve been watching for a while.” I began talking with her, feeling as if I had to explain myself.
“Do you want me to untie you?” I asked. She nodded several times.
“Of course. I could do. I think I like you like this though. Perhaps we can come to some arrangement?” I suggested.
Unable to speak she paused and then nodded slowly.
“Good. I look forward to it.” I grinned. I soon began work on untying her various ropes and removing her hood. Underneath was a very sweaty, red faced Sarah with a large red ball gag between her teeth.
“We have a lot to discuss...” I winked.
Sarah was a neighbour of mine who i happily helped with mowing her front lawn. We had a kind of mutual arrangement. I would tend to her garden as she hated outdoor work, she would bring me over a cake to say thank you since she liked to bake.
I was about to head home when i spotted the empty mug which she had brought me during a break. Her house was set on quite sizeable grounds so it was no two minute job.
I picked it up and let myself in through the front door. On my way through to the kitchen to put it next to the sink I found myself distracted by a strange noise. It was hard to distinguish, like a heavily muffled grunt or groan. Concerned, I made my way slowly up the stairs.
“Sarah? Everything ok?” I called out, still listening for further sounds. Not sure what was going on, I made my way to her bedroom. As i grew nearer, different sounds became apparent. I could hear the faint chink of metal, the sound of something rolling around, creaking floorboards.
Her bedroom door was closed. Maybe she is just enjoying some alone time? Should I mind my business? What if she is hurt though or something more sinister has happened? I weighed up all the options in my head. Deep down, i knew what i had to do. A deep breath later and i slowly opened the door. The creak must have alerted her as she froze.
Startled was an understatement. I gasped taking in the unusual sight before me choosing not to do anything but watch to start with.
Sarah was an attractive curvaceous woman. She had recently turned 38 and lived alone as far as i knew. She had long dark brown hair and deep hazel eyes.
Despite being younger than her in my mid twenties, I had always had a bit of a soft spot for her.
What was causing me to gasp though was the predicament she appeared to be in. A very short black dress with black panties was her outfit of choice. This seemed to reveal just enough to be teasing to the eye.
Her wrists were cuffed behind her back. Ropes secured her ankles, knees and thighs together. Further rope wrapped above and below her breasts, making them bulge slightly.
Then there was her head. She was wearing a black hood which looked like it was made from something similar to nylon. It had a small hole for her nose and was zipped into place on top of her head. It was further kept in place by a black collar wrapped around her neck, over it. Underneath I could make out an object that filled her mouth. This was...different.
I watched her for the moment trying to work out if she was in distress. She continued to roll around, flexing her fingers in search of something as she ran them across her cream carpet. She would switch attention left, then right, then back again.
Surprisingly she seemed oblivious to my presence. She had barely reacted to the door opening. Gradually I began to see what was causing her the problem. The key for her handcuffs had been flicked to a different part of the room.
My arousal was building. This was all so overwhelming. I knew what I should do but this was a one off opportunity. As much as I liked Sarah, she needed my help more in this moment.
Walking quietly over, I retrieved the key. I then crouched down next to Sarah. I was nervous and I had not even been the one found like this.
“Looking for something?” I asked her as she froze. I could only imagine the horror and humiliation that was probably rising through her. She had been discovered.
“Sorry. I heard a noise and thought you might be injured. I’ve been watching for a while.” I began talking with her, feeling as if I had to explain myself.
“Do you want me to untie you?” I asked. She nodded several times.
“Of course. I could do. I think I like you like this though. Perhaps we can come to some arrangement?” I suggested.
Unable to speak she paused and then nodded slowly.
“Good. I look forward to it.” I grinned. I soon began work on untying her various ropes and removing her hood. Underneath was a very sweaty, red faced Sarah with a large red ball gag between her teeth.
“We have a lot to discuss...” I winked.