BOY, DID I PICK THE WRONG MAN TO CHAT UP?
No doubt about it, this evening I was ON THE PULL! My pussy absolutely ACHED from a lack of sexual action, a pain that I’d fully set out to eliminate. Oh, I’d ‘dressed to kill’ as it were, a lovely blue satin blouse, that covered a bra and panty set, complete with a VERY sexy suspender belt, manufactured from the same delicious material. Legs covered in ULTRA sheer nylon, and NO, I wasn’t wearing tights! Finished off with a delicious leather suit, featuring a short skirt that only just concealed the fact that my pins were coated in stockings. Boy, DID I LOOK GOOD, or what?
Rather purposefully I strode into the large pub near to the centre of town, that was well known as a ‘pulling venue.’ And spotted a potential ‘target’ very quickly. Tall, well ‘proportioned’ with a lovely smile, yes, he sure attracted my attention all right! And more to the point, he appeared to be utterly alone, no ‘girlfriend’ in sight whatsoever. ‘Well, here goes, then!’ I thought to myself.
I sauntered over, full of confidence, I mean why not, I was utterly gorgeous after all! “Good evening, Darling! Would you like to buy me a drink?” He turned to face me, completely confirming that he was just as good looking as I’d thought.
“Sure. What would you like?”
“A small dry white wine, please.” No point in ‘taking the piss’ now, was there? And if this evening went just as I planned, then it would be shagging as opposed to drinking that I’d be engaging in, after all. So far, so good then.
I gratefully accepted and introduced myself, sitting on the stool next to his, he informed me of his name, and didn’t mention ANY girlfriend at all, allowing me to believe that he was indeed single, and just ‘ripe’ for ‘picking.’ And, as the conversation between us flowed I began to believe that I’d get this man into my bed for the night, and not necessarily just ‘in it!’ For I’m a girl who’s happy to indulge in a bit of bondage, with ME doing the tying!
However, although it was clear he was perfectly happy to be in my company, I didn’t seem to be making much progress regarding my primary aim, getting this man’s cock into my pussy! Indeed, those first drinks became consumed, meaning it was MY turn for the next round. Now I was becoming a little ‘restless,’ no it wasn’t the expense that concerned me, rather the fact as I’ve said already, heavy drinking and sex do NOT mix! After all, if I was to tie this male up, visits to the bathroom would be the LAST thing I needed!
Then another girl arrived on the scene, and he simply became silent. I realised that I’d got this whole situation completely wrong, he wasn’t single after all, although this new ‘arrival’ wasn’t his girlfriend, merely a relation of hers. Cue for me to leave, I now KNEW I’d been ‘flogging a dead horse’ all along!
Feeling extremely annoyed I went to the ‘ladies,’ partially to ‘lick my wounds’ as it were. Having done the ‘business,’ when I left the cubicle and washed my hands, I suddenly became aware of being surrounded by a group of girls, who didn’t seem to be pleased with me.
The one who appeared to be their ‘leader’ appeared, to shove her face right into mine. “What the hell do you think you’re up to, chatting up MY boyfriend, TART? I mean just look at the way you’re dressed, what you think EVERY man is going to fall for you? DO YOU?”
“I’m sorry, he NEVER once stated he was in any relationship, with you or anybody else.”
“LIAR! He quite clearly stated at the very first, when you made your moves on him that he had a girlfriend, ME! Elaine Roundhouse.” Of course, he hadn’t said that to me at all, but he’d clearly told Elaine so, and she’d believed him. “Who doesn’t like tarts like you trying it on with MY MAN! Grab her girls! You’re going to find out just how much you’ve pissed me off!”
I felt two of Elaine’s ‘companions’ grab my arms, pull them behind me, and attach a pair of steel handcuffs, fir lined admittedly, to my wrists. Then Elaine herself produced a rag, soaked in chloroform, gosh what sort of girl carries this sort of stuff around with her, and placed it firmly over my mouth and nose, despite my best efforts to avoid it. Handcuffed and heavily outnumbered I’m sure it will surprise nobody to learn my efforts to resist came to nothing, and it wasn’t long before I completely passed out. I was now these girl’s utterly helpless captive, totally and completely in their power.
How they took me out of the pub unsighted, or took me to one of their homes, I’ll never know as I was completely ‘out cold’ for the entire process. When I finally began to ‘stir’ I discovered that I’d been placed in a rather uncomfortable and compromising position. I found myself standing at the foot of a large bed, facing it. I’d been stripped down until all I was left wearing was my suspender belt and stockings, God, even my panties had gone. Not that I could see anything, mind, a very effective blindfold had been placed over my eyes. My legs had been ‘spread-out’ and I felt leather cuffs around my ankles, clearly part of a set that had also been secured to the outer bed posts. Another pair of leather cuffs bound my arms behind my back, with a chain connected to the one linking them, reaching upwards to a pulley mounted on the top rail of the bed’s full frame, and then connected to a hook. This is what held me upright, as I ‘came to.’
It wasn’t long after I’d regained consciousness that I became joined by a ‘companion,’ as a voice told me that my ‘visitor’ was none other than Elaine herself. “Comfortable?” I didn’t deign to reply. “I asked you a question, TART!”
“I’ve been in better positions.” Feeling I’d better issue some sort of reply.
“I’m sure you have. But it’s your OWN fault you’re here, nobody else’s. This is your punishment for ‘chatting up’ MY boyfriend, TART! But of course, you don’t know the FULL extent of your situation yet, do you! Let me allow you to see just where and how you are?”