The Helpful Helpless Housekeeper and the Cute Little Burglar part 3 (F/F) updated
Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2018 10:09 pm
Two's Company. PART 1
This story takes place several months after the second instalment.
http://www.tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=210
Once again I had given up my several cleaning Jobs after the "stress" of the robbery and had moved to a new town, building up a portfolio of domestic enslavement roles. It was June which gave me the opportunity to dress highly inappropriately as much to wind up the snooty women I worked for as for my comfort. So today I was wearing a pair of shorts far too short and far too tight for a,woman on my age together with a sleeveless vest top. To add to the comfort and shock value I had dispensed with my bra. I was as always barefoot, and working up a light grime on my soles from my chores and labours.
For Amy, my cute little burglar, it was that wonderful time of the university year when exams are over but results not out so the more academic students meet their professors to discuss their research proposals and most normal human beings get drunk and have sex. Or for Any she pursued her secondary income strain, and tell her friends she was off to visit an old friend who lived by the sea. Not entirely untrue.
I had left the patio doors op-ed and it must have been through here my attacker entered. Somewhat inappropriate for such weather, in black leggings long sleeve top and felt boots she stood behind me saying "Don't move and put your hands behind your back."
"How can I put my hands behind my back of I don't move?"
"Listen Petra, any more wise cracks and I'll tie you up with itching powder in your knickers."
"Lucky I'm not wearing any."
"Oh. PETRA."
"Only joking."
"You deserve to be gagged with a lemon for planting that thought in my mind. But seriously, hands behind your back." She took a pre cut piece of rope and bound by wrists together behind me. I had the double relief that my household chores were over for the day and that thrill that I was now restrained.
"Let me show you the valuables." I said, leading Amy upstairs. First the jewellery in teenage daughters bedroom, some electronics in nerdy son's room then mum's jewellery. It was as I sat on the double bed with Amy emptying draws that we heard keys in the league co and the front door open.
"What now?" Gasped Amy. I thought quickly.
"Voice down. Go to the other room, grab that craft knife off the table." Nerdy son still did plastic models at age 19, going on 20 and had various craft accessories, including a short blades but very sharp knife.
"You want me to cut you free?"
"No dunbo. Threaten to cut me up. Hold it to my neck." Amy ran off then back with said knife.
"Heather. What are you doing up there? This place is a wholly top down here." I had given a false name to help coker my and Amy's tracks.
"Quick." I directed a shouted whisper to Any. "Put a stocking over your head." No stockings available she grabbed a pair of black tights from the floor and pulled one leg over her head.
"Heather. Get back to work." I had to stifle a laugh as I saw Amy with the remainder of one leg hanging down her neck like a pony tail and the unused leg flapping round her chest. "OH MY GOD." Shrieked Gillian Parker as she saw me kneeling on the floor with a small , nylon masked robber holding a knife to my throat. In contrast to me she was wearing a pale yellow hundreds, also sleeveless but clearly with a bra. Her long dark brown hair brushed nearly as usual hung past her shoulders,to her breasts. She was like me however barefoot and the,clear glittery polish on her toe nails matched her fingers.
"Please. Just do what she says. She's serious."
"Mum. What's going on up there?"
Oh God. Could this get any worse. Nerd boy is here too.
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This story takes place several months after the second instalment.
http://www.tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=210
Once again I had given up my several cleaning Jobs after the "stress" of the robbery and had moved to a new town, building up a portfolio of domestic enslavement roles. It was June which gave me the opportunity to dress highly inappropriately as much to wind up the snooty women I worked for as for my comfort. So today I was wearing a pair of shorts far too short and far too tight for a,woman on my age together with a sleeveless vest top. To add to the comfort and shock value I had dispensed with my bra. I was as always barefoot, and working up a light grime on my soles from my chores and labours.
For Amy, my cute little burglar, it was that wonderful time of the university year when exams are over but results not out so the more academic students meet their professors to discuss their research proposals and most normal human beings get drunk and have sex. Or for Any she pursued her secondary income strain, and tell her friends she was off to visit an old friend who lived by the sea. Not entirely untrue.
I had left the patio doors op-ed and it must have been through here my attacker entered. Somewhat inappropriate for such weather, in black leggings long sleeve top and felt boots she stood behind me saying "Don't move and put your hands behind your back."
"How can I put my hands behind my back of I don't move?"
"Listen Petra, any more wise cracks and I'll tie you up with itching powder in your knickers."
"Lucky I'm not wearing any."
"Oh. PETRA."
"Only joking."
"You deserve to be gagged with a lemon for planting that thought in my mind. But seriously, hands behind your back." She took a pre cut piece of rope and bound by wrists together behind me. I had the double relief that my household chores were over for the day and that thrill that I was now restrained.
"Let me show you the valuables." I said, leading Amy upstairs. First the jewellery in teenage daughters bedroom, some electronics in nerdy son's room then mum's jewellery. It was as I sat on the double bed with Amy emptying draws that we heard keys in the league co and the front door open.
"What now?" Gasped Amy. I thought quickly.
"Voice down. Go to the other room, grab that craft knife off the table." Nerdy son still did plastic models at age 19, going on 20 and had various craft accessories, including a short blades but very sharp knife.
"You want me to cut you free?"
"No dunbo. Threaten to cut me up. Hold it to my neck." Amy ran off then back with said knife.
"Heather. What are you doing up there? This place is a wholly top down here." I had given a false name to help coker my and Amy's tracks.
"Quick." I directed a shouted whisper to Any. "Put a stocking over your head." No stockings available she grabbed a pair of black tights from the floor and pulled one leg over her head.
"Heather. Get back to work." I had to stifle a laugh as I saw Amy with the remainder of one leg hanging down her neck like a pony tail and the unused leg flapping round her chest. "OH MY GOD." Shrieked Gillian Parker as she saw me kneeling on the floor with a small , nylon masked robber holding a knife to my throat. In contrast to me she was wearing a pale yellow hundreds, also sleeveless but clearly with a bra. Her long dark brown hair brushed nearly as usual hung past her shoulders,to her breasts. She was like me however barefoot and the,clear glittery polish on her toe nails matched her fingers.
"Please. Just do what she says. She's serious."
"Mum. What's going on up there?"
Oh God. Could this get any worse. Nerd boy is here too.
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